Running To The Dead City

This may be a repeat dream. It feels kind of familiar. London is surrounded by a wall and largely abandoned. I’m one of a small number who regularly gain access to the abandoned city via various burrowed tunnels. We have to be quick as there’s a low level exposure danger to being in London that isn’t specified.

We emerge by Marble Arch. There is much that is boarded up but dilapidated. All sounds are deadened in a similar way to the way snow deadens the passage of sound. Shouting out does not seem to carry the voice and an eerie silence pervades.

Night seems to fall at different times to the areas outside of the quarantine which puzzles us greatly. In time we find we’re spending so long in the abandoned city that we are deemed too tainted to stay in the world outside the city by the authorities so spend our lives in a no mans land between the two, the tunnels below and the fringes of the quarantined area.

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Chaos Man With Coins And Cereals In His Legs

I had two main dreams last night. The first featured a man with a mixture of cereal flakes and coins embedded in his legs at an angle. At a distance it made his legs almost look scaled. It turned out he was a kind of anti super hero complete with dubious pants and a black cape. His aim was to introduce elements of chaos into lives. He thrived on chaotic situations. He would arrive, show how to bring order then twist the circumstances by introducing more chaos.

In between all this he just chased people for fun. He was chasing me. I ran.

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An Altered Eden

My dream last night must surely be a film I’ve seen or book I’ve read. If not then it’s surely an amalgam.

First contact with extra terrestrials is made though not face to face. The Earth is overcrowded and overpopulated. War and violence regularly breakout though an elite live in relative normality.

Mistrust of the voices from the stars dissipates as they share their advice on how to solve environmental problems and cure serious disease. The population rises to even greater numbers and it’s clear that the Earth cannot house so many. The extra terrestrials offer to re-home many on an new Earth-like planet in another galaxy. In fighting for places is extraordinarily fierce and soon those that shouted the loudest gain their places.

We all watch as the self elected ones take their seats in alien designed  machines where they will be broken down into atoms and transported in the blink of an eye to an new home.  A new world. A fresh start. This would leave our Earth with sustainable numbers. If the population bloomed then the aliens would re-home a percentage again.

But the process was corrupted by own own engineering interpretation skills. There were errors we made in building the transportation devices from the plans supplied by the aliens. As a consequence information became garbled and the atomised individuals were never reassembled entirely correctly on their destination new Eden. A new Earth begins with millions disabled and disfigured by the mistakes in the planning of their journey.

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Dream: Tethered

Hanging Around In Limbo

I spent time in limbo last night. In my dream I was massively electrocuted by faulty wiring whilst replacing a light bulb. I writhed around seemingly painlessly and helpless as 240 volts arced through my body. I was aware of my partners distress at being unable to intervene. The world around be faded into a milky white obscurity as I found myself in a limbo world where I was aware I was would spend time before being reborn.

I was able to view the living though few of them could view me.

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Dreaming On Painkillers

After my recent hospital stay I wasn’t initially remembering my dreams but within a few days I was and this time they were almost IMAX like in scale but oddly largely silent or very muted like the sound of an early talking picture. Clearly medications and certain drugs can either enhance or suppress the dream state.

Dreaming In The Home Counties
Returning home, pain killers in hand and I’ve only just started having vivid dreams though for the first time in ages I can’t remember the whole experience, just small fragments. The latest dreamscape finds me in a world of chaos (no change there then) with order breaking down in the streets and cities of old blighty.

Panic On The Streets Of London
A mundane trip to the supermarket (because even in the event of civil unrest you’ve got to get the shopping done, right?) was a rat run of mortar fire and getting through an army ringed checkpoint around the supermarket (I had to take my passport and food and water was rationed).

Music Refuge
In this dream it’s all a bit of a blur. Dodging small arms fire, the sound of large explosions far away (all a bit like Iraq on the beige housing estates of England). The local church was acting as a hostel for those that had lost their homes in the fighting.Frightened children’s faces peered out from a window but were pulled away by adults to a safer inner area of the church.The church had speakers fixed to the outside and was blaring out tacky pop hits of the 70′s and 80′s as a kind of bizarre war zone distraction, moral boosting exercise or maybe just to allow the homeless to pinpoint their refuge location.

Through The Barricades
A group of us made our way along the back alleys to our homes on the outskirts of the fighting and my heart froze as I could see a tall man hiding in our doorway. Expecting the worst I crouch by a hedge and try to make out his intentions.Nearby are burnt out cars (one of them is the shell of the selfish Prius owner who used to steal my parking space, so fleetingly I’m thinking there must be some justice in this new world order). A strangely familiar voice calls out that it’s OK and beckons me to complete the journey to the doorway whilst he covers me with a small automatic machine gun. I make a run for it and small arms fire rings out. I collapse gasping for breath in the doorway, spilling some of my shopping onto the path.

“Oh dear” says the stranger in a Cornish accent, expressing mock concern. I look up amazed to find that the stranger is Tommy Cooper, complete with Fez but carrying an automatic weapon.”Got any cheese?”, he asks eagerly and inquisitively and in a way that makes me smile and somehow feel a bit safer.

And then I woke up.

Riiiiiiight.

Prescription drugs.They’ve got a lot to answer for.

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Fierce Creatures Dreamed

Wild cats and dangerous animals was the product of last nights dream factory experience.

We seemed to be living or staying with my parents (say wha…) and it was I that discovered that each room had hidden wild creatures within them. A large tiger was contained within the bedroom along with its young whilst lesser domestic animals and exotica would live alongside household members in other rooms.

The key was to keep each room door closed and never let them mix and above all don’t provoke the wild animals.Conflicts had reportedly occurred previously and injuries to family members and pets sustained.

In the midst of juggling all this a group of people from my past knocked at the front door intent on speaking with me, all of them smoking and so we wouldn’t let them in, much to their selfish incredulity so we arranged to let them in the garden in an act of muted unenthusiastic hospitality. I wasn’t keen to see these people but my parents had ushered them into the garden.

I was then called away to deal with the tiger (more like a liger, something I’d seen on the telly that day) that was reportedly mauling a family member.This was clearly a very quick dream as I awoke upon finding the creature in the midst of mauling.

This is the first dream for a long while that I can track all the images within it to events from the ‘real world’ day resulting in a dream remix of some images and themes encountered.

 

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