Blue Dragon's Dream Diary

Hiro

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 07:05:30 GMT

I think I am completely in love with Hiro from Heroes. Last night I was doing that whole chasing him, trying to catch his eye, not sure if he really liked me, maybe I can sit next to him while we watch this film thing. It was all very innocent and sweet, and I was rather scared by it all because I could feel this longing for him but I wasn't sure whether he had noticed me yet, and I spent the dream trying to catch his attention. We were watching a film with a group of people at some kind of party. The film was a famous one, by a popular director, and was well known for being adult and having lots of nakedness in it, but in a tasteful way. Upstairs there was the host of the party (a chap) and two other guys watching the film naked. I accidentally walked into the room where they were and got an eyeful of bottom! I wasn't at all interested, and they didn't seem to notice, so I quietly appologised and went back downstairs to try and find Hiro.

There was a young boy at the party - about 4 or 5 years old. He was the son of a friend (not sure whom) and was a good distraction - I started playting with him on a sofa, just next to where Hiro was sitting. No idea what would have happened next as the bloody alarm went off.

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 10:39:21 GMT

Dreamed I was my druid character in Warcraft, notplaying, but wactually WAS that character with their abilities - specifically the ability to shapeshift into different animals. I was with some friends at a table (picnic table?) outside a large old house, by the side of a main road. Someone was atacking us, and did something to me that allowed me to shapeshift. They made a wolf atack and I turned into cat form and attacked it. I could feel my claws raking it, and then after a brief scrabble I had my teeth round its neck. I could feel everything very clearly - the texture of the fur in my mouth, the warmth of the flesh, the pulse of their blood. I was growling as I suffocated the wolf, and was aware that it wasn't easy to breath with my teeth clamped round its throat, but I held tight while the wolf struggled, snapping and clawing at me all the while. After a short while it died, becoming instantly limp in my grasp. I let it go and cast it aside, and its body flopped uselessly to the floor.

I then shifted into cheetah form and ran back towards the house, briefly along the main road ignoring the cars. I think I was chasing the person who had tried to attack me with the wolf.

Fri, 18 May 2007 12:38:06 GMT

Strange dream that I can't rmember a lot about, apart from that it was about me falling in love with Dr McCartney from Green Wing. The strange thing about it was that throughout the dream Tom was there as well, and we were going out. I felt horribly guilty because I knew how much I was falling for Mac and that he felt the same, and my love for Tom was just not the same. However, as in Green Wing, he was dying so we didn't have much time, and I wanted to spend all the time he had left with him, then pick up where I left off with Tom after that. We were in a hospital, an unfamiliar envionment to me, and I kept seeing Mac working and catching his eye and knew he was thinking the same thing as me. The love I felt for him left me unable to move, unable to breath - just stand there gaping. Then I'd feel horrible for what I was doing to Tom and sag down to the floor, holding my head in my hands, racked with guilt. Tom seemed fairly impassive to the whole thing - he was just there, not inputting anything to the situation, but I don't think he wanted to let me out of his sight.

Thu, 10 May 2007 08:05:31 GMT

Dreamed there was a war. I was in Lymiungton Highstreet with Tom and one other person, sitting in the middle of the road on a central reservation (non-existant in real life) eating ice cream, and there were two military jets flying round doing an impressive display of loops and dives, flying along the road close to the ground before swooping up over the buildings. I thought they were entertaining us, but turns out they were foreign and assessing the situatuion before attacking. As they flew away this thing fell from the sky and landed next to us. It looked like a large budding yeast cell, or a squashed bowling pin, and nad a parachute. As it landed it started beeping, and we knew it was a bomb. We rn away some distance down Captains Row and tunred to watch as it exploded - not a large explosion but enough to damage the buildings nearby.

I ran back to mum and dad's house, worried for them. Their house was okay, but the otehr side of Ambleside road was badly damaged - most of the houses gutted with scaffolding holding them up. Mum and dad seemed fairly unconcerned, but I was scared. As bombs fell, because they bounced a bit and beeped before exploding, I was deflecting them toward the houses that were already destroyed to save those that were safe.

As darkness fell we watched planes like old WW2 bombers flying slowly overhead - little dots of light, occassionalyl dropping smaller dots of light that we knew to be the bouncing bombs. I would try to determine whether they weregoing to land nearby or far away, and it was very difficult to tell. I was scared because I knew there was nowhere safe we could go. If they were bombing Lymington I didn't know where else we could retreat to. I didn't know who the enemy was eitehr - possibly Iraq?

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 10:16:35 GMT

Dreamed about some strange love-triangle between me, Tom and Richard Hammond.

Started off with me in love with Richard. I was giddy, like a schoolgirl - clingy and pathetic. But Richard began to tire of me and I soon started to notice his lack of enthusism. He moved in with Tom and I, and we lived together - Tom in love with me, me with Richard, and Richard with no-one. Tom seemed fairly indifferent to the whole thing - he didn't seem to mind my lover being under our roof. Similraly Richard didn't mind moving in with my boyfriend! As I noticed Richard get more and more withdrawn and quiet and fed up, I realised I loved Tom and Richard and I broke up. I was sad because I was at one point so keen on him, and wondered at how quickly I had lost interest.

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 21:42:46 GMT

Link was sad. He was sad because he had known Princess Zelda since they were children and while they were good friends he wanted to ask Zelda out. Zelda, however, was not interested in Link. She wasn't interested because her attention was taken up by Sam from The Archers, who was courting her. So Link, in a moment of great Angst and dark imagery, walked along the street in the rain carrying a single flower. Link drops the flower into a small fire that is burning by the kerbside and the camera watches it wither away.

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 07:49:55 GMT

Dreamed that I was friends with Richard Hammond, but throughout the dream we were becomming attracted to one another. The first part I can remember involved a racetrack, which Richard (fully recovered from real-life injuries) was going to drive round. I was scared for his safety, as I thought he might crash and injure his back. He just grinned and told me not to worry. As he came out of the pit I was surprised to see he was actually on a bike, not a car, and I was very proud of him - he knew the dangers of driving since his previous crash and was trying to break some cycle-racing record instead. I had no idea that he was into cycling and felt pleased that we could share this in common.

Something then happened - I'm not sure if it was during the race or not, but he crashed and his back was buckled. He was barely consious, and we knew we had to get hom to hospital as quickly as possible. Carefully I helped a few of his other friends pick Richard up, and supporting his back as much as possible we walked with his to the hospital, which was very close by. I took his through several wards to his doctor's room, and placing him carefully down against a wall I said "it's happened again". We left him in the care of the doctors, and before long he was out of hospital, recovered and smiling. We embraced, and came close to kissing, but were interrupted.

Another scenario involved meeting Richard and friends at some kind of outdoor eatery. I was insanely proud of being friends with a semi-celebrity, and bragged about this to someone I knew. I'd collected my lunch from the canteen, and was walking round the tables looking for where my friends were sat. I passed Phill, and smiled and said hello to him. He smiled back but I passed on - I was surprised to see him there but didn't want to stop and chat. I found Richard and two or three other friends sat in a comfy-looking leather armchair that curled in a semi-circle round a small table, like a pub armchair. It was slightly secluded, and was for this reason they had chosen it.

Another unrelated section of dream. Chris Frost had come to Bristol to visit, and we were going to the theatre - me, him, Tom and one other person. I arrived with Chris, sat down, then Tom and the other person (maybe Shilpa?) arrived. The seats were sloped, but we still could not see the stage whcih appeared to be in a large pit below. In fact, it appeared that only those in the very front row would be able to see the action. We moved to the side where we decided we'd be able to see more. The stage was actually rectangular, with the seats arranged all round it like a circus.

the show started, and though I can't remember content it was very surreal and experimental, and rather dark. At one point an actor came along our row of seats and made a huge ball of spiders appear on a girls chair. We heard her screams, and all this little, heavy-bodied spiders began crawling around. Some were headed for us so I picked up my rainbow bag from the floor and sat cross-legged on the chair, hoping they woudl pass below me. It was rather frightening.

Influences: Richard Hammon in the news lately, the last episode of Series Two Spaced (Tim and Daisy).

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:38:39 GMT

I was going on holiday with Tom's parent's, but annoyed with the packing I decided to go and explore a bit. It was nighttime, and I followed some groov lights on the floor to a nightclub possibly called Frankie's where they were playing very strange and ambient music. At 10.00pm something called the Ambience Hour started, which involved everyone in the club either layin or sitting down - noone wa allowed to stand and dance. They either played no music or very quiet, ambient tunes. You were mant to simply drift and left the music wash over you. It was known that during this hour people got rather loved up, lots of people had sex with each other and it was basically one big love fest orgy thing. Everyone there seemed to know each other, and as they were laying down they were cuddling and kissing. I found two girls who were apparently new to this experience as well, and I lay near them as I had no intention of sleeping wth a bunch of random clubbers. As the music started (an old Blondie track) I closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace.

Meanwhile Tom had found out that I was at this place, and thought I was sleeping with lots of poeple. When we first met Tom was apparently and iconic cyber goth figure, something of a Marylin Manson-esque celebrity amonst people who liked to dress like that. He turned up at the club wearing very odd clothing - lots of PVC and stikes and chains. He had white face makeup on and green hair, and caused quite a stir. He moved to the front of the club and started performing part of an act - he set fire to his penis (at least appeared to) then dowsed it in a codpiece full of ice. The crowd seemed quite impressed by this, but I was rather embraessed. I thought he'd gievn up that kind of fashion.

He then dragged me off and we had quite an arguement - I tried to convince him I wasn't at Frankie's for sex, and he accused me of not letting him express himself anymoer by dressing up in silly gear. I said if he really wanted to he could wear whatever he liked. To be honest I quite liked having a sort of celebrity for a boyfriend!

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 10:01:19 GMT

I've been lax about updating lately, I have dreams and they seem too mundane to record, but I should anyway. Who knows when they might turn out to be important?

Anyway, last night I dreamed I had a daughter. She was new-born, but I don't recall giving birth. I just had her, and it was rather unexpected. I named her Molly, remembering later that thsi is also the name of my Nan. She was rather deformed, or more accurately not fully formed. Her head was the correct size and shape, and she was as pretty as new babies are (which isn't very much), and while her torso was fine her lower body wasn't formed yet. She had a belly button, but no sex organs and her legs were just tiny stumps byt the side if her pelvis. I wasn't too concerned, I knew she's grow just fine goven more time. I didn't actually have any baby gear, so I had to make do with what I could find laying about. I made her swaddling out of some sheets and a nappy out of a flannel, and carried her round with me. She was really tiny - only about the size of a kitten. But after some time she seemed to grow okay - I unwrapped the sheets from around her and she'd grown legs, and while still tiny she was at least the right proportions now.

Mon, 01 May 2006 07:53:51 GMT

I was driving along a duel carriageway, and I was going too fast. I knew I was going too fast, but I couldn't slow down. The road became a kind of fly-over, and bent sharply to the left. In the outside lane I was skidding laong like a rally car does when driving round corners. It was taking all my concentration just to stay in the lane and on the road. The car must have hit something, because all of a sudden it flipped into the air backwards, and went tumbling down the grass verge. I sat rigid in the driver's seat, praying with all my might that I would come out of this safely. Everything in the car was flying about inside as the car continued to tumble backwards down the slope. When it all came to a stop I had all this junk on top of me. The car must have been upside down or at least on a slope because, still in my seat, I was laying down. I thought to myself "Thank God, I'm alright!". Then I noticed that my chest felt warm and wet, and the feeling was spreading, and I realised I must be bleeding.

Sun, 30 Apr 2006 08:28:07 GMT

I had got the final reward from Animal Crossing for getting the golden axe, shovel, slingshot and watering can. It was a device that allowed me breath, and see, underwater. I was hugely excited about this, and very keen to try it out. First of all I plunged myself into a river, but ut was simply a very deep, very dark narrow stretch of watr containing nothing of interest. Tom suggested I try the lake, since there was more interesting things there. Once within the lake I took the form of a water monster, whose name eludes me, to make swimming easier. This form would only be visible to others should I actually touch the botom of the lake, otherwise they'd simply see me as human.

It was magnificent, being able to swim underwater, breathing easilly. The water was filled with pages from newpapers - puzzle pages, and whenever I wanted to I could do a sudoku or a crossword. There was also a young girl - a kind of mermaid, though she looked more like how I draw Lara. Blue-skinned, finned, long hair. She had glasses, and was young and slightly geeky and kind of cute. We soon became lovers. I would spend ages with her in the lake, not wanting to return to the surface. When we were kissing we touched the floor of the lake, and I was revealed to be the monster that I was. It was a brown, scaly, toothy dragon thing, very ugly. She freaked out and I had to calm her down, telling her that it was only the form I took underwater to be able to swim more effectively. She scowled, and I appologised, telling her I'd take the same form as her next time.

I returned to the surface, and someone handed me a piece of paper. It contained a question put to the internet regarding the character development of Armella, but it was not written by me, but by a university professor I had. There were lots of sheets with replies - suggestions as to what Armella should do for backstory, how she should improve come her next level up, what she should be wearing, etc. I was shocked because I hadn't asked the prof to do this, but also quite pleased because lots of random strangers were interested in my character!

Change of dream. My parents were selling and moving house, and I was having to pack all the stuff from my room. It was hard, because we were very tight for space and I kept finding things I wan't sure if I wanted to keep or not. Knowing we didn't have unlimited space I was going to have to throw some things away.

The house was nearly empty, and the car was almost packed. In the garden were two cages - one containing a rabbit, and one containing two guinea pigs. No-one had bothered to sort out what to do with them, so they were still in their cages. I was concerned, since in a few days they would run out of food and water and start to starve to death. Dad thought we should just leave them, btu we didn't know how long it would be until new owners arrived. I though maybe we could put up 'free to good home' adverts, but there was still no guarentee they would be taken in time. It was really bothering me, especially that no-one else seemed to care that much for the plight of our pets. Either they assumed the rabbit and guinea pigs would be okay, or they didn't care if they suffered and died. I was really upset by this realisation, but no-one wanted ot do anything for them.

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 06:40:20 GMT

I was in thenew Pirates of the Carribean film, along with a cast of people dressed in suitable atire, all standing along a dock watching as Jonny Depp sailed his ship towards the bay. He kept changing between zombie Capt Sparrow and alive Capt Sparrow, which was pretty scary. He announced he was here to steal some of us, and everyone began shouting angrily. One man offered himself up to save the others, but CP simply laughed and threw him into the water, keeping hold of the man's large decorative lute. "I have no need for a bard!" he sneered. He then offered the lute down to me, and I reached forward and tok the handle. I knew I should have been scared, and tried to act as though I was, but in reality I was excited about the prospect of sailing with a real pirate. I ran to the back of the boat and huddled amonst some cloth strewn there. The ship was tiny - it had a small deck and round the rear a small kitchen, which I could just about stand up in. The kitchen was filled with booze, and had very few actualy supplies. On the deck was a large back of Tesco value flour (and I mean a sackful), some oil, some garlic and some cheep onions. The whole place had several Ikea-esque gadgets that impresed me, such as a device for soring onions that removed the skin whne you took the onion out, and a carrier-bag-bin that acted like a peddle bin by flipping open from a peddle on the floor, even though the bag was hung on the wall. I started to prepare a meal of bready dough with onions.

Dream changed. I was in the Lord of the Rings films. Sauron was about to unleash his armies from the gates of Mordor while an army of dwarves and elves approached to do battle. I was stood atop the walls next to Sauron, and when my friends arrived I waved down at them to let them know I was safe. Sauron wasn't actualy all that nasty, it seems. The perspective changed, and a naked female ran along below the gates into the open arms of Sam. They were clearly lovers. I thought how difficult it must be to act naturally while naked, but she didn't seem that bothered. Maybe she was naked all the time? Sam kissed her face, then started kissing down her body until he reached her nether regions. They had a whispered conversation, and Sam decided that he wanted to have sex with her for the first time before he went into batle. Giggling, they ran hand in hand along the wall until they reached a maze-like alcove, the walls of which were layered with books like a library. They ran aound in there for a while until they found somewhere hidden and started having sex.

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 06:33:07 GMT

I was at this house in Boldre/Brock, and there were these black guys who were brothers. One of them ran a kind of garage, and he let me borrow a scooter to ride round on the tracks for a bit. It was one of those things that was little more than a bicylce with a small engine, and you had to peddle it to start the ignition. I adjusted the saddle and started it, riding along a lane and out into the road round Sandy Down. I rode past lots of poeple out cycling - it was pretty fun to be able to overtake just by increasing the accelerator. Where we used to keep the horses there was a big garden party going on, with several members of the royal family. As I rode past him Prince Charles gave me a filthy look!

Shortly after this I turne round and came back, since I'd only be lent the bike for a quick ride. The house where I started at was actually Jonathan Ross's, and he was sitting outside. Boris Johnson was around with his boyfriend somewhere. I could feel something stuck in my throat, so reached down to pull it out. A massive amount of chicken was stuck - every time I pulled up a piece I'd find another bit had half come up and I could feel the skin tickling my throat. Eventaully I pulled out (half-regurgetating) about two cooked chicken breasts, which were now strewn across JR's lawn. He didn't seem to mind.

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 09:30:48 GMT

I had been bitten by a werewolf, and was going to slowly turn into one myself. However, I knew that if I planned things correctly I could learn to control my powers, and possibly turn into a normal wolf when there was no full moon.

On the appraoch of the first full moon I knew that as I transformed I would lose control of myself, and would become a fearsome monster. I tried to arrange to have myself chained up securely, so that I could do no damage to others during the night. However, as the moon began to rise I was not yet fully secured and knew that if I transformed I would end up biting more innocents.

Somehow the night passed without me ever looking at the full moon, so I was safe.

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 07:37:12 GMT

I was on a doomed planet. Either its sun had been destroyed, or it had been pinged out of orbit and was destined to wither into darkness. There were a lot of us, including at times Bender, Will, Shilpa, and several other people I know but can't remember. Bender ws doing some calculations to return the planet to an orbit in the Solar Sytem, but it order to do so the planet would have to be destoyed and reborn. Currently it was a twisted mass of rock and ocean, like a tangled ball of string, but still moving and writhing as though alive.

The place was filled with ruined castles, and it was up and down many old stone steps and turrets we climbed to get to a place of relative safely where we were to witness the death and rebirth of the planet. We passed several large lizards who hung to the walls, surviving on only the residual sunlight and maybe some minerals stored in the rock and stone walls of the ruined castles. One of them, which turned out to be a gryphon, came up to me and gently ran its beak over my eyes, ears, and lips. It was communiocating with me - seeing through my memories and learning what I was doing. I was instantly attached to this gryphon, and decided it should come with us. Fot some reason it became a boy called Chris who I used to know at school. The short boy with white-blond hair. Chris Bacon? Maybe.

Will led us to the spot we were to stay. It was a sectionof ruins close to the sea. Gradually the sea would rise up and consume us - we would die, but be reborn ith the new planet. I settled myself in a small cove, but decided that here the only method of death would be drowning, and that scared me. So I climbed up above the alcove and sat on a stone ledge, with gryphon boy sat in front of me, me hugging hims from behind. Here the water would rise up, most likely sweep us away and knock us unconcious against a rock or wall. A much easier death.

So we watched the water coming closer, the waved almost reaching our feet. Then the tide changed and the water began to recede, revealling a pleasnat sandy beach on whih several families were playing. I knew they were ignorant of the fate of the planet, and was scared for them. The small children paddling in the shallows would be swept away the moment the ride changed back.

Will seemed to think that when the tide changed and came back it it would come in further, and maybe this time would be sufficient to drown the planet. I woke up befor I could find out.

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 08:06:42 GMT

I was in a team of adventurers, travelling through the land to battle some great evil. Sometimes I was Zarala, but mostly I was just me. Leading the group was John Constantine, and other members in cluded Cat from Red Dwarf, Aragorn and probably others. Our first fight was on a gaint chess set, like in the first Harry Potter book. I was assigned black bishop, and positioned. Because the board was so large, it was difficult to tell what was going on, and John took charge. He instructed me where to move, and I did so without getting attacked. Then Cat, impatient, charged forward and was taken down by a pawn. He fell in a square close to mine, and I was devastated that he had been killed. Eventually John gave the command to charge, and still moving along our set chess patterns, we moved forward as one. I picked up Cat, insisting that when we were out of danger we give him the burial he deserved, and carried him across the hcess board. No one else was injured, and we moved on through a huge ruined hall towards a field where the evil was gathering. The ceiling of the hall was a mass of black squirling cloud, and we had to walk carefully along the perimeter; anyone who wakled across the middle of the floor would be struck by lightening.

When we cam outside, black bat were swarming through the skies, and started to fly menacingly towards us. As Zarala, I distanced myself from my fellow travellers and prepared to launch a lightning attack should the bats come too close, but they never did. They turne out to be annoying but fairly harmless creature, and easily taken down with a slash of a sword.

There was a shout from further dowe the field, and a horrible creature was tunneling its way through the soil. It was a huge blue worm thing, that had a smiling grin on its stupid face. It was a hireling, and would tunnel into enemy ground, exploding when it reached the surface. Many of us crowded round the creature, hacking and slicing at it as it merrily tunnelled up, trying to kill itbefore it fully surfaced. Eventually it died, shuddering and falling over. Some of its thick, sticky blood squired onto my clothing, which I tried to rub off on the grass to no avail.

Another worm was preparing to tunnel up into a neighbouring field. The first worm had got it wrong, and had tunneled into the male field rather than the female one, which was a smaller paddock adjacent. Aparently the sex of the field was extremely important for some magical reason that none of us knoew except John. Ads the second creature was tunneling, again we attacked it, but this one would explode wven if dead so we had to diffuse it at some point. SWe had five and a half minutes to do so. John hauled the creature onto an army jeep, and drove it through a cottage and away down the lanes. A few minutes later we heard a rumble, and saw the holograms of two army soldiers being killed by a blast from under the ground.

Turns out John came from the Vietnam war, and was able to travel back there at will. He had taken the jeep plus bomb-creature there, and set it off where it would do minimla damage. Only two American soldiers were killed, but that was a small price to pay.

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 10:10:58 GMT

Me and Tom were at the Isle of Wight festival with loads of other friends -Becky and Ju, Mel and Jen, Zelle, Abi and probably more. We had packed out tent and our bag and got the only bus there, hiked across the fields, and started relaxing somewhere near to the stage (which was a kind of small outdoor theatre). WE sat round plastic patio furniture and drank beer and chatted for a bit before setting up the tents. It was thne that was discovered we'd packed no food for the weekend. I told Tom not to worry, since we could just walk into town and biy some - it was only 20 minutes or so away. So we donned backpacks and set off. Tom then vanished and I was doing the hike alone. The walk into the nearest town (I guessed a directions and headed off) was along a footpath through New Forest-like scenery, although it was the middle of Summer and very warm. I strolled along a chalk path though heath and alongside forest for a good while, until I eventuaslly walked past a huge lake and came into the town.

It was an idyllic little village, with nithing bigger than a greengrocers and a post office. I stocked up on what I could find that could be eaten raw (as we'd forgotten cooking implements as well). Carrots, peanuts, a huge bag of prawn crackers, apples and tangeries. All together it came to £12 something. I started back, heading thoruh a small arcade where youths were playing on old arcade machines and headed back along the path. It was now that I realised there was something sinister going on. Nasty things were in the lake, and long tree roots that snaked across the path were connected to a rather horrible creature.

The creature itself was something like cthulu. He was humanoid, but dark in colour and had many root-like tentacles coming from his body which went underground to cover a vast area. I knew he had to be destoyed, and when he came near to me grabbed a stick (which was thankfully sharpened at one ned) and plunged into into him out of sheer panic. I watched the stick being drawn into his body, and then exrtuded out of his side before falling harmlessly to the ground. The monster laughed at me, amused that I had tried to hurt him with such a simple weapon. He told me that his tentacles covered the entirety of the American continent. I was surprised to hear that we were not on the IoW, but said nothing. Mel went to say "you mean you;re not connected to Europe or Britain?" but I hushed her up as the monster didn't actually know that there was land beyond America, and this was our one weapon over him.

Fri, 06 Jan 2006 07:45:34 GMT

I was at Tom's parents' house, which was kind of an animal crossing-esque island or bit of land on the coast. It backed onto a lovely bit of sea, containing sharks and some kind of aquatic orang-utan. IN the garden they had built a sort of flume aquaduct, that pumped the water up a slide, round a couple of fun bendsm and back down a long flume. I'm not sure of the true perpose of this flume, but we used it as a water slide and rode in it in our swimming costumes.

Later on I dived into the sea, and swam about for a bit. I knew that the sharks were a dnager and I was meant to stay in the shallows, but I rweally wanted to swim deeper. Of course a shark very quickly swam up to me and grabbed my legs in its jaws and proceeded to drag me underwater out to sea. I wasn' worries, because I knew that if i stayed limp and still the shark would think I was dead and get bored of me. The shark swam close to the surface, and occassionally I could grab a breath of air so I didn't suffocate. The shatk didn't seem likely to let go of me, despite m being limp, and kept swimming. Then an orang-utan swum up, fought the shark so he released me, and swam with me back to shore. The shark was able to get across land to some extent, but could not climb trees or steep slopes, so the orang-utan and I scrambled up a bank and sat on the top watching the shark, standing on its tail fins, snapping about below us. There was an ants nest, and lots of little ants kept crawling ver my hand where I was holding myself steady on the steep bank. They didn't bite, but I was revolted by them and kept trying to shake them off, only for more to appear.

Later on and I'm at Grandma's house. This is Grandma befor her strokes, fit and able. She owns a swimming pool and several tennis courts in Lymington, and this is where we're going to sleep. We being me and Tom, and my two brothers, though only Joseph actually turns up in my dream. Grandma showed us two beds which she thought would be suitable for me and Tom. On which is a double but a very strange shape so you have to sleep at an angle to each other. WE took the other, which was a comfortable normal-shaped double. Each of these beds sat in a different tennis court, Joseph's bed was in a well-contained warm court, but ours was in one which didn't lock to the public footpath which ran alongside it, and was cold and draughty. Stll, the bed was comfortable and Grandma's cats should keep us warm.

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 10:57:01 GMT

Strange dream last night of which I remember little now. Tom and I had won a competition, the prize of which was a fancy meal and a trip to Prague. I realised at 12.00 midday that the meal was at 12.30pm, and since I had to drive a fair way to get to the restaurant I was never going to make it in time. I phoned them up to see about changing the date and time, but they said they had already started preparing it, and my choices were to get there as quickly as I could and try and eat mega-fast, or to pay the restaurant for all the wasted food. Mum drove me up town to the Angel Inn, and we had out meal there. Whether it was the same fancy meal we'd won or not I don't know, but when mum asked for the bill they charged her £100!

Later, I'm at my parents' house looking out ver the garden. In the garden is a large male wild bunny hopping happily about, and another animal (maybe a cat, maybe a small dog, maybe even a young child) who was confusing the bunny by imitating a rabbit - hopping about, nibbling grass, washing its ears. The male bunny isn't scared by the other animal, since he think it is also a rabbit, and is curious about it. He hops over to it to sniff it, tries to mate with it a little (kind of half-heartedly, and gives up after the other animal runs off), and eventually ignores it and carries on eating the grass. I wanted to give this a go - get into the garden on all fours and hops around trying to trick the bunny into thinking I'm also a rabbit, but wake up before I have a chance to do so.

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 10:45:51 GMT

I was in someone's garden, part of a kind of gameshow. A team of us, three people, were inside an inflatable room thing, trying to find the exit. There were many false exits, and the onyl way to find the real one was to put your arm down a tunnel and try to feel the grass. It was very restrictive inside, and i was fighting off claustrophobia. One teemmate was next to me and we were working well together trying to find our way out. The other person was hindering us by doing his own thing and hence upsetting the balance of the inflatable room thing.

Change of scene. I was part of the 'I'm a celebrity, get me out of here' programme, in a jungle that looked surprisingly like the New Forest, but where ther would have been bushes or gorse there was bamboo and tropical trees. Jordan and Peter Andre were there. There were only two toilets for the whole group to use, and they were horrible! One hadn't been flushed, and both were smelly. They were portaloo type toilets. Most of the men were settling for peeing in the bushes.

Our first trail was for one of us to exchange places with a monkey from a nearby troup. Jordan volunteered but never showed up, so I put myself forward, although the monkeys looked rather fierce. However, it turned out they were rather civilised, wearing clothing and walking upright. One female monkey took me to her house and showed me the reseach they had been doing into how animals were magnetic. They had been collecting rabbits and sticking them to a magnetic grid. She showed me how some rabbiuts were more magnetic than others, whereas some rabbits were not magnetic at all. I was sent out to find and gether stones that were magnetic to help with their research.

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 06:32:53 GMT

I was watching snooker, seemed to be a kind of quick-fire tournament with several matches being played each day by the same competitors. I had watched John Higgins and Matthew Stevens play, and for some reason I was sitting round a table with Joe Swail. Jen was there, as were a few of my other friends I can't remember. I ended up finding myself attracted to Joe, and knew the attraction was mutual. We ended up holding hands but nothing more, and he told me he didn't like Matt Stevens.

Tue, 18 Oct 2005 06:39:59 GMT

I was driving round a multi-storey car park at night, I think Joey was somewhere in his car too. To get bewtween levels you had to drive into a lift which shuttled between floors. I had made it to the 1st floor okay, but when I came to drive back down the lift didn't stop quite flush with the floor - it was slightly raised, and too high for my car to make it. I got out of the car, picked it up and placed it into the lift, slightly annoyed that I had to resort to this. Then I got into the lift myself, but when I did the floor gave way. The floor was made of two thick rubbery seets that met in the middle, and while these supported the weight of my car they gave way for me! I decended to the ground floor hanging on to the edges of either mat, though not scared of falling, just annoyed at the inconvenience.

Back in my flat, and I can hear a rattlesnake. My long-dead cat, Che, was there trying to hunt it. The snake was flush against the side of an upturnede sofa in the middle of the living room, rattling furiously, while Che pawed at it slightly nervously. I went through a battle of trying to get the snake somewhere it, myself and my cat would be safe, but it didn't want to go where I wanted it to. It kept dashing about the flat. Eventually I got it to the bottom of the stairs where I doubted it could climb back up again. My initial plan was to get Che to kill it where it was cornered, but she didn't want to. So I called pest control, but when someone came round the snake was missing once more and poeple had opened the front door in order to visit the junk shop that my flat had suddenly become. I tried to find the pest control lady a large bottle to put the snake into when she caought it (wondering why she hadn't bought a sack or whatever Steve Irwin always uses). I knew the sloe gin bottles would be perfect, but I didn't want to empty my sloe gin down the drain!

Tue, 27 Sep 2005 06:54:25 GMT

A Harry Potter dream. I was following Harry as he was determined to follow the teachers from Hogwarts somewhere dangerous; down a dark lane (looked liked Bouldre) where there were dementors. He was getting closer and closer to the teachers and I knew he wasn't far off being discovered, so I hung back and tried to signal to him to do the same. Too late, as one of the teachers (Elaine Mitchell) turned round and saw him. I tried to sink back and successfully got myself back within the grounds of Hogwarts before being discovered. I told the teachers that I was waiting for Harry, and then tried to explain to them why we were following. I told them that Harry wasn't just a disobedient student, and that for all the things he had been through he deserved to help in the fight against Voldemort.

Then they asked me if I could produce a corporeal Patronus (I could - a stag, like Harry). I tried to show them but only produced silver smoke form my wand. Then I tried to think of something happy, and thought about snogging Harry. This didn't work. Then I called out for Harry, felt my way to him in the dark, and began kissing him again (I guess I must have been a randy teenager during this dream!). Just before I woke up I can remember saying the words "Lord I could hold you forever", and it really felt like that.

Just as a side-note, I have never found myself attracted to Harry Potter before now, and I still don't!

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 07:53:50 GMT

Dreamed I was an X-man. I had some kind of power, like an energy that manifested when I was concentrating hard. It first showed up in my left arm, which glowed slightly blue when I was trying to defend myself against someone. Another X-man character, which was actually DC's version of the X-men called Mutants, showed up. She was a Storm parody; a sext black girl with glowy eyes and I think maybe white hair. She taught me not to be scared of my power (it had freaked me out initially), and informed me that I could trabsform myself if I concentrated. I tried this, and sure enough turned 'into character'. I was a boy, and my clothes vanished! I was embaressed at his and hrew myself onto the ground face down to cover up my embaressment. Storm laughed and told me not to be silly. I was wearing a very tight body-suit, or at least I looked naked but with a 'Ken' body, no bits showing, just a lump. I was blue and glowy all over, and felt very strange. Whern I transformed like this it felt amazing, almost erotic. My whole body was filled with energy and I felt like I had the strength to do anything. Even when transformed though I still had to concentrate to use this energy.

At one point I was behind a long conference table with a bunch more Mutants. We were being attacked by humans, and other creature who wanted to steal our powers. There was a young girl opposite me, she looked about 8 years old. She took off her glasses, in which the glass had smahed, and was handing them to me asking me to use my powers to fix them. I knew she wanted to steal my powers, and if she touched me she would do so. I told her to put the glasses on the table and I would see what I could do, but she woudn't. She came round the side of the table and apraoched me, hands held up towards me. I could do nothing to stop her, and she placed her hands on either side of my face and drained me of my powers.

I returned to a normal boy, fully-clothed. Around me my mutant friends still had their powers, but I was useless and now scared that I would never feel the blue enegry again. We were going to try and getmy powers back, but never managed to before I woke up.

Tue, 23 Aug 2005 18:57:47 GMT

I was playting about with Google's satellite imagery programme, which was live. I was watching people in the streets near me, and watched a man burgle a shop. As he was walking away from the crime a policeman tried to arrest him, but he simply pushed the policeman to the ground, killing him. I was horrified, and knew I had to try and get the poilce to arrest this guy for theft and for killing a copper.

The rest of the dream centred around me trying to call the poilce to let them know where this guy was so they could arrest him, while trying not to let him know I was making the phonecall. This guy's name was James something, and he had befriended me. He was perhaps mentally unstable, as he wasn't aware he had killed the poilceman, or if he was he wasn't aware he had done anything wrong. He didn't seem to know he was in trouble. We were in a house, possibly Tom's parents house, though it was very strangely shaped. There was a section of the house that you could only get to by climbing out of a window, across a section of roof,m and in through another window. IT was in this section that I sucessfully called 999, informing them of my name and location and that James was with me. When the policeman came to arrest James, he did so out the front of the house, and was subduing James by excessive use of a taser. He was zapping the guy over and over again, until James was just a quivering wreck hunched over in extreme pain. It was horrible to watch. then, once James was subdued and restrained, he lookied at me with almost puppy eyes, obviously very hurt and not understanding why I had betrayed him. It was such a mental turmoil for me.

The dream was set at Christmas, and I was in part commuting between Tom's parents and my own, who lived in equally strange houses only a street away form one another.