Weired dreams ?

During lockdown I had a very vivid, utterly pointless dream.

I dreamt I was staying with a friend at a hotel that was of course the old Holgate school. We went in and up to our room-(314) that was – for you Holgate lads - Spot Avery’s classroom in the 70s. Anyway, now it was a smart hotel room. As we entered,I knew something was wrong as it seemed somebody was already staying there – you know a few things lying around, bags on the floor. I went out to check the room numbers and discovered this was 314b and we should have been in 314a, downstairs. I went down and opened the door. Inside was a fair recreation of Rigsby’s flat in Rising Damp. Even a rusty old kettle on the stove. Going through to the back there was an old lean to- conservatory made of that opaque glass that had wire running through it. There was moss growing in it. I felt like I was being watched. Looking up I came face to face with a massive stuffed gorilla that was lying on the conservatory roof – all glassy eyes and that. Funny thing is I wasn’t surprised or terrified. I just felt a sense of relief that this room was more ‘our style’ of place. I went out the door to tell my mate and found myself up by Barnsley Hospital.

Time for me tablets.

 

I posted this on my Facebook feed back in July....


Often wondered if what happens to you during sleep has an effect on how/what you dream... Well I found out last night....

I was on a works Xmas party. This was with folk from back in the council days, so good to see you all again

Anyway, in my dream, I wanted a piss. So off I went. Into the cubicle, and this is where it went weird. I found myself unable to breath, and my arms going numb/lifeless and then the cubicle all collapsing and sqeezing me from all sides..... I couldnt get out....

Then I woke up to find....

Me face down in my pillow (unable to breath), laid on my arms (which were now dead) and wanting a piss. Took me a good few seconds to turn over cos my arms were gone...

So, here we have it. Id love to say it was an experiment, but it happened.

Dunno why my old council workmates were involved though

BTW, I hardly ever dream so.....

Over and out

 

I have a recurring dream where I'm back at university, night school, day release from work, even back at Worsbrough High School. Irrespective where I find myself, a piece of work is due to be handed in there and then. Obviously, I haven't brought it with me and the professor/lecturer/teacher doesn't wish to hear that I've already passed the course/lesson years earlier.