Dreams

[Slim]

Yesterday morning I dreamed that I'd gone back to live in Hartlepool with my mum. But she had taken my old bedroom. I had to have my younger brother's old bedroom.

This morning I dreamed that I went into a bar, or a shop. Behind the counter were four identical girls. Fair-haired, pretty, about 25. Identical quadruplets. And I thought to myself: how could anyone be happy to be in a relationship with one of them? Wouldn't you feel like you had to have the whole set?

[Slim]

I'm at a beach resort somewhere - I often have a dream like that. I'm young, maybe 28 or something, I meet a young woman. It's Frank Zappa's daughter. I think - or some close connection to Frank anyway

I'm telling her that I was a huge fan, I even bought his boxed set triple album of guitar solos when it came out in 1981 (true in real life as well). Then there's a weird scene in which I'm climbing some steps in the summer heat .. but holidaymakers are sitting all over them, so I have to be careful where to put my foot between the tangle of bodies with each step. Later there's some sort of episode involving a train, my brain nearly always throws one of those in.

I had four or five weird dreams, but that's the only one I can remember now.

[Nick]

On the Eastern front again as a British soldier. Surrounded and taken prisoner by the Russians, tried to befriend my Russian guard who was marching me through a forest by asking what football team he supported. Language was an issue and pointed to myself and said Manchester United then at him asking if he was Moscow or St Petersburg? Then we stopped at a large plastic lid on the ground that he opened and gestured me to get in, like the black hole of Calcutta. I woke in a panic.

[Matt2112]

Seem to be having dreams on a football theme recently, which is unsurprising as my team is in the play-offs and I've been watching a few live games on Sky/Amazon etc.

There's usually a sub-theme of me remonstrating with the referee, like last night's when I was the manager of a team whose opponents had a goalkeeper who was casually and repeatedly carrying the ball in his hands several yards out of the area and going completely unpunished for it. 

At the end of the game I dashed up to the ref to continue my protests, keeping my language as moderate as possible, and he looked very guilty while saying nothing in response.

[Slim]

I'm cycling to my mum's house, but to get there I have to cycle over grass, like a large lawn. I get there. I go through to the garden. There's a cow lounging in the greenhouse.

There actually was a greenhouse there in real life but it was removed in the '90s.

[The Picnic Wasp]

Some really weird ones last night with the standout feature being stood in front of of a two wire barbed wire fence. Beyond the fence when I climbed carefully through was the surface of the Moon.

I wandered around on surface which seemed to have a couple of inches of snow, although it wasn't cold like snow. I was horrified to see that there was litter strewn around. Crushed empty Coke cans and all kinds of wrappers. I began to pick them up and found a small box of heart tablets. There was a name on the prescription label, scored out in pen, but I could still see that it was a woman's name. I was stunned that someone with a heart condition could visit the moon.

The person I was with started pointing to the sky which was light, not black, and we wondered if we would see Earth. But there was an obscuring layer here and there, and although mountains were clear in the distance, we didn't see Earth.

No Overview for me alas.

[The Picnic Wasp]

A long sequence of disturbing dystopian dreams last night. I wouldn't even start to regale the content as it was nasty but seems to stem from the general distrust I have now for the human population and the way society is crumbling.

[Slim]

Some really strange dreams this last week or so. In one, I buy something from a petrol station - it's a small services, off a very quiet road at dusk. I check the cardboard box and I see that as well as the thing I've bought (can't remember what it was) - there's a pack of bars of soaps in there.

I help someone on to a plane with their luggage, but I don't get off the plane in time and it starts to take off. I wander to the front, where I can see through the front windscreen. The plane is hurtling along the ground but it's not a runway, it's a long road, slightly bumpy, at night, illuminated by street lighting.

In another one a man is feeding a dead bird carcass to his pet mice, on a bed.

[Slim]

I'm at a guitar repairer's, waiting to pick up my guitar. There's a sort of bar / cafe there. Somehow. Sitting opposite me is a young blonde woman, idly plucking at an Aria guitar that she's just had set up. It's a bit like a Les Paul Goldtop.

Nice guitar, I say. She smiles. She says she loves it and it's been set up beautifully. She looks familiar. I recognise her. Are you in a band? I ask. Yes, Loose Articles she says. I thought so. I've seen them supporting Sea Power a couple of times.

Do you want to join our band? She asks. Sorry no .. I'm too middle class, I explain.

No idea where that detail about Aria guitars came from. In real life she plays a white Stratocaster.

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[Slim]

I'm at some sort of listening party. Everyone's playing their favourite LP on an old school turntable.

Hugh Grant plays Zappa's Zoot Allures. As the title track comes on I leap up. "That's it!" I exclaim. "I've GOT to buy a Jazzmaster". Then it's my turn. I'm about to put Signals on.

Couple of odd things about that dream - Frank doesn't play a Jazzmaster on Zoot Allures (or at all) and Signals isn't my favourite record.

[Slim]

I'm on a long bike ride. I go in a pub, many miles from home. I sit down. Next to me is a quiet young man, stocky build, dark hair. He doesn't say anything. I get up and go to the bar. I browse the beer pumps .. half a Guinness I think. Not too strong. But wait .. I don't have a debit card with me. I apologise after the woman behind the bar has poured it. Then I remember I can pay with my phone. I do that, then I go and sit down, somewhere else this time.

[Matt2112]

I remember a probable snippet of a dream where my car (which looks like a pick-up truck and nothing like my real life car) has significant tyre damage, seemingly not to the extent it's deflated or non-functional, but it certainly looks bad. 

I think, "FFS, I've just had that put on recently", which is undoubtedly a manifestation from having both front tyres on my actual car replaced a few weeks ago.

[Slim]

The Lifeson/Lee Rush are playing a gig at Wembley. I'm not going, but it's being broadcast on FM radio. I want to record it, so I have to run out and buy the right equipment. I have the receiver I think but I need a new aerial. Also I don't have a really good cassette recorder. Somehow I need to set it up in an attic in a high building, to be sure of receiving the signal from London.

I think that was a throwback to two things: the days when I used to record concerts from R1 stereo FM broadcasts in the late '70s on my radio cassette. And Live Aid day. In the morning I ran out to buy some jack plugs and cables so I could make a cable to record from the FM broadcast to the VCR, which could record the audio track in stereo, unusually.

[Nickslikk2112]

Found out in one of my dreams last night why I had so much pain in my right foot after cycling. I had forgotten to swap out the Mountain bike pedal for the road pedal that my road shoes clip into.

[The Picnic Wasp]

An all too fleeting Rush dream last night. Hadn't had one in a long time. I'm nor clear where I met Geddy but we were hanging about chatting. Somehow I knew we were in California but the scenery I remember was more British. Geddy was in his late twenties, dressed quite scruffily and as I had the car with me he suggested I take him somewhere. 

I felt really under pressure to deliver a good visit and panicked a bit until something in my subconscious came up with a visit to the Rickenbacker factory. Geddy bounced into the reception area, I stayed outside but I was aware of everything he said. He introduced himself to the girl on the desk as Geddy Lee from Rush and asked if he could have a factory tour. She had no idea who he was and rather reluctantly sent for someone to help.

A middle-aged man appeared, some kind of shpfloor production manager type and he was clearly star struck and really nervous, quickly apologising for the receptionist and welcoming Geddy eagerly into the premises. He asked if I was to join them but Geddy said I was his driver and probably didn't wish to bother. I remember in the dream clearly feeling a bit chuffed to be described as his driver but also a bit let down and feeling a bit second class citizen at the same time. 

In the dream Geddy was gone for some time emerging later as the dream sadly faded. Followed by another lengthy dream, very vivid in which I was drinking heavily just as a holiday was ending, and my usual panic about getting packed and finding my passports ensued. A couple of these recently.