I might not have blogged about it, but I’ve had dreams before about having to be somewhere semi-unexpectedly, and running late. Last night’s was that (matching reality) I had to be somewhere today by 11am, out of my usual routine. In the dream, I woke and found every single clock in the house not working ... [More]
Two interesting dreams in the last few days. Not that I expect anybody to care except me, but I’m finding it useful to log them somewhere. Dad and the tram In the first one, I was on a tram on a route where they’d been moving the stops (such as Collins St) and we stopped ... [More]
Dream from the other night: I woke up with huge hair, sticking straight out for about 30cm in every direction from my head. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “How can this be?” I thought “I only had a haircut last week…”
I dreamt I was the coach for the local junior football team. Instead of playing on a conventional oval, it was a kind of L-shaped ground, like two ovals stuck together, possibly reflecting a park nearby to the house I just bought. There was a game going, but only about half a dozen kids playing ... [More]
The other night: Rather than my usual mowing boys turning up when I ask them, half a dozen 10-ish year old boys and girls turned up at my house with a mower and various other implements of destruction and started doing my lawn and hacking up my garden, without being asked. Last night: I was ... [More]
There was a terrific picture of (what’s left of) the Monty Python team in the newspaper on the weekend. I know there’ll probably be a collective groan from readers, but it inspired a brief dream overnight in which Terry Jones came around for tea, chatted with my mother about his TV appearances, and agreed to ... [More]
Another weird dream the other night: I was in a kitchenware shop in Collins Street, as was the cat I had when I was growing up, Sooty. Sooty said to me “I’m going home” and left the shop, off down the street. Someone decided to give the other cat from my childhood, Mischief (aka Eric) ... [More]
I was with Rae, helping a work colleague of mine to move a table. A big dinner table, which for some reason was located in a market in a formerly disused railway goods shed somewhere near Flinders Street. The table needed to be moved to a furniture polishing shop elsewhere in the Melbourne CBD, and ... [More]
After my last batch of dreams, Nat posted an analysis of them, which I found very interesting, though it seemed to indicate a lot of negativity, which I don’t really feel is in my life right now. But anyway there was another suite of dreams a few nights ago, as disjointed as ever, but not ... [More]
Here is my bed. Yes, this shot was staged. Two year-old queen size bed. The bedlinen is about the same age, and most would probably say the doona cover is a pretty typical blokey choice. Second pillow generally thrown off the bed when sleeping, more used for propping-up to read the paper on the weekends. ... [More]
I had a dream on Friday night. For someone who doesn’t often remember dreams, it was quite startling in the amount of detail (and plot, for want of a better word). Staying overnight with Isaac, Jeremy and I at my house were my lovely Marita, my friends Tony and Rae, their daughter Phoebe, my sister ... [More]
The other night I had a dream that there was a hole in my thumb. Near the base, a slot about two millimetres long by perhaps five millimetres across. I could look through the hole and see inside my thumb. No blood, but a kind of weird mostly hollow structure, a bit like the inside ... [More]
I dreamt that I woke in the night (not unusual recently), hearing noises in the house. Not just the usual possums ballroom dancing in the ceiling, but something louder, like people moving about the kitchen and the hallway, creaking on the floorboards. Initially I felt groggy and unable to move, but eventually woke up enough ... [More]
Dreamt last night that I was walking in the city and came across three blokes in business suits. One was unconscious on the ground, one sitting, bleeding slightly and the third standing but obviously in a daze. They’d obviously been in some kind of accident. I whipped out my shiny new mobile phone and dialled ... [More]
I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I got into work, and instead of wearing my usual shirt/tie/trousers/shoes, I found myself wearing shirt/tie/jeans/runners, which looked very odd, to say the least. A somewhat incongruous mix of clothing styles. Mind you, one office I used to work in had a bloke who regularly ... [More]
This morning I dreamt I was sitting on a tram, with my kids and a platonic friend who turned out to be Deborah from Men Behaving Badly, when an ex-girlfriend (one I had taken some time getting over) got on the tram and sat nearby. Her hair was different – much longer, and dyed purple. ... [More]