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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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Sunny Jim And The Idiot Celebrity Zombies

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Now that was a dream.

The location was a big house on the edge of town (an invented town).It’s slightly gothic in construction and I seem to be both host and live in domestic service. For whatever reason it’s just me, my partner and our cat in residence.

I’m trying to deal with a kitchen that is collapsing, morphing and shape -shifting. Objects are being sucked into a floor vortex whilst the kitchen fitments are steadily  being overcome with dirt and decay. I’m at a sink washing up as the draining board comes and goes. I’m irritated that the sink is the only area clean enough to keep the dirt pots and pans. Those that I do clean and try to place on the draining board often fall through the shifting spaces in the board itself.

The kitchen floor is falling into a mini black hole in the centre of the kitchen (and yes the kitchen floor is tiled in a simple black and white checker board pattern to show the distortions caused by the vortex in the centre of the floor) and I’m trying to work around the all consuming hole as I continue to wash the dishes.

I’m in two places at once in a dream that jump cuts between me fending off idiot celebrity culture zombies on one side of the house who seem intent on invading a wing of the house for their own inane purposes (a zombie celebrity party?) whilst trying to to play host to a distinguished visitor on the other side of the house, namely the late ‘Sunny Jim‘ James Callaghan, former British Prime Minister.

Mr Callaghan is very patient as I often have to pop off to quell the noises from the zombie celebrity party but I manage to make him a nice cup of tea whilst my partner engages in polite conversation with him.

I grab five minutes here and there with Mr Callaghan and he recounts stories from his time in office with lots of background information that perhaps wasn’t made so public.

The dream ends during a moment when the celebrity zombies are beginning to overwhelm my capacity to manage them.

I awoke disappointed that I didn’t get to speak more with Sunny Jim.

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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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Dream On Again Off Again

I had a disturbed night of broken sleep on the sofa with a snoring cat nearby (though cat snores are a pretty delicate affairs). My dream was another tortuous anxiety fest. In this dream I view myself in the third person and witness that I frequently ‘blank out’ and enter ‘another space’ like extended daydreaming, mild epilepsy or being deep in though.

Stuck In The Moment
It soon becomes clear via the third person vantage point that what is actually happening is that time speeds up or slows down around me (though that is probably how it might look from that odd perspective). In one instance I see myself leave the house and look up to see where a bird sound is coming from. Whereupon I’m ‘stuck in the moment’ (thanks U2) as an entire day time lapses around me at great speed. When I avert my gaze I find that it’s instantly (for me) dusk and the day is over before it has even begun.

Life In Real Time
This experience goes on in a similar style as I get more and more anxious that I’m not living my life in ‘real time’. Nothing is consistent. Friends and family can grow younger or age in an instant as time expands and contracts around me often in the blink of an eye. For them though I’ve been stood in one spot for very extended periods of time or just seemingly not been visible at all when time slows down around me. I don’t appear to age as for me time is only moving at different speeds around me and I’m disconnected from it like I’ve somehow stepped off the metaphorical merry-go-round.

All very time machine-esque I guess.

One day I’ll have a straightforward dream in which I’m just doing something very mundane but it hasn’t occurred as yet.

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Lost In A Forest

Another slightly uncomfortable dream endured during the night (I didn’t get to sleep until around 3am and lay listening to the radio on headphones for quite some time) that I’m not quite sure I can describe as a nightmare more a ‘challenging’ dream which happens from time to time but at least it wasn’t my eternal stress test dream that I’ve had for over 15 years now that involves being late to film a wedding and everything going wrong (that one gives me the screaming ab dabs).

Dream Time
Anyway the synopsis of last nights dream is that my partner and I are away on a kind of ‘tour of Britain’ and we are staying in a large country hotel guest house (which is odd as that’s not something we’d choose) and we’re eager to get off in the morning (unreal) but all the bathrooms are being used so (and this is true to life) I wander off for a walk in the large acreage of woodland and get abducted by a well spoken student (like you do) who treats me well (It’s important that any potential abductor has manners it would seem) but keeps me held in a kind of maximum security halls of residence (where am I getting this stuff?) where I befriend others there who help to spring my escape.

Making My Escape
As the daylight fades I run into the twilight thinking I know how to get back to the guest house but it’s a more tortuous and uncharted route than I imagined and the dream ends as a large 4 wheel drive (where’s a crucifix when you need one?) vehicle is catching up with me.

I awoke somewhat shaken and to find that I had slept in such an awkward position that I now have a decidedly stiff neck.

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