Some people see meanings in dreams, thinking that certain aspects are reflections on life that manifest into these crazy visions. I personally, do not believe in such things, the same way I do not believe in horoscopes. I definitely do think you can influence a dream. For example, I spent a whole day playing Tomb Raider once, that same night, I was raiding tombs myself!!
So, the craziness of my dreams has made me decide to share! The nature of my blog makes it perfect for describing things when words are not enough! So, there will be a series of these posts entitled Doodle Dreams. Here is the first:
And so begins my dream.. Well, this is a nightmare so if you have a phobia of spoons or dogs, I would advise you to stop reading now! If you are normal however, you should still be reading...... good!
The setting in a beginning is a multi-storey house. It is supposed to be my house, with extra floors and a distinct lack of furniture. Two people are chasing me!! A guy and a girl, armed with spoons are chasing me!
Why do they have spoons? Why go through the trouble of chasing me using trapdoors in the floor?
TO CUT OFF MY TOES!
Yes, they want my toes. For some reason, whether it is revenge or to sell on the black market, my toes needed cutting off with table spoons. Scary stuff!!!
So I eventually (after too long) find my way out of my house and I make a run for it.
At this point, my brother randomly joins me in running away. At no other point had he been in this dream. So, as is always the case in dreams, we are running about as fast as a slug. A sleeping slug. I turn to my brother, to check he is still with me....
HE HAS TURNED INTO A CAT!
A tabby cat if we want to be specific. At this point, I'm VERY freaked out but then I remember: I'm running for my life!!...... I carry on and finally reach the top of my street. A leg numbing 100 metres from my house.
I reach my neighbours house and am about to run into the house in hopes of salvation when something catches my eye. Something green, in the window, looking down at me.
Bright green and glowing like a firefly, sits a fluorescent bloodhound. It doesn't even look scary, the fact that this thing was glowing, was enough to make me decide against entering and continue running.
I run out of my street and reach the main road. Bear in mind it is late at night and no one is on the roads. I set my sight on the shiny phonebox across the road and aim my running in that direction. This was going to be what saved me from the spoon-wielding couple and the glowing dog. I run. Fast!
Brilliant. Just when I thought things would be ok for me, a giant lorry decides that, on this quiet long stretch of road, to veer off and crash into that same phonebox that my life depended on. Sucks to be me at the point huh?
It turns out that this lorry contained what easily could have been a years supply of Fanta! Cans and bottles go spilling across the floor and there, sadly, my dream ends.
That's the thing with dreams, they just end suddenly and leave you with a plethora of questions, letting your imagination create an ending.
I would like to think that my brother joins me, licks up the Fanta which magically changes him back as I use my mechanical skills to fix the lorry and we both drive off... into the sunrise.