| Current | Archives | Profile | Email | Notes | Host | Image | Design |
|
Interpreted Thanks to my lovely friend Becca I now have an interpretation of my dream from the previous night. Just so I can easily look I'm going to post it here again: “I was sitting in the cinema/theatre place in really comfy armchairs in a very posh looking hotel. On the arm of my chair was my boyfriend. Not Mark, but his brother although it wasn't his real brother but a boy I fancied at school. So I had my crush sitting beside me and on all the other sofas and chairs were girls (and other people) that I went to school with. Staring. At me. The boy, ok let's call him by his name, Kevin was sitting there on the chair and whispering sweet nothings in my ear, kissing me, stroking my thigh and generally trying to be rude with me. I loved it! I asked if it felt weird being with me when I'd already been with Mark (his older brother) and he said it didn't. It felt great! In the end we skipped the end of whatever it was we were watching and went back to our very swanky hotel room. He packed our bags because we were apparently leaving to go elsewhere. Afterwards we got up to a little before-we-leave sex, which was fantastic.” A few other things I mentioned to Becca were that I was cuddled up under a blanket and remembered my socks poking out from underneath. Plus I felt ill and so Kevin was looking after me. I don't know why but those things also really stuck out in the dream. Becca thinks she can see this represented in me and I think I can too. Here's what she had to say: Brother - Dreaming of a brother, either your own or someone elses can signify trouble ahead as you become clearer on your own opinions and possibly lead to heated debates and quarrels. Brother represents the masculine side of your character and often resembles independence and new confidence. Can you think of anything else that I may have missed. I'm pretty sure one of you might have a few things to say about all that. Last night I did have another dream, this man was running around my street with a flame thrower and setting everyones front windows on fire for a short period. The fires did die down after a couple of minutes. I remember I was standing near the window of my house when he set light to it and Mark jumped in and pulled me back in to the room before the house caught on fire. (Aww, my hero!) I phoned the police and gave a very detailed description of what he was wearing from the red t-shirt with navy blue horizontal stripes to the jeans and the white trainers. I think I was a bit too over descriptive to what you'd be in real life. Why am I suddenly remembering my dreams. I know I said I didn't really remember them but to have two on consecutive nights is strange for me. I never know whether to read too much in to dream analysis or not, but I do love them being checked out to see what they could represent. I guess I remember so few it's a thing I find interesting. Oh before I forget, my trip to London. One of my jobs is dealing with a middle-man between our company and the Metropolitan police and I went to see them. When we receive the jobs we work on and send them back we send them to this office where I visited yesterday. The whole of the afternoon was taken up with travelling down to London and back again with a wife of one of my bosses. She was a lovely woman although she was quite posh, making me sit up straight and attempt to speak proper English however after about an hour or so I started to sound more common than ever and spoke like a “right ol' cockney geezer”. I may as well have mentioned “apples and pears” whenever I spoke of stairs. You know how when you try to be someone/something you're not and everything then looks/sounds ten times worse. Why I couldn't just be myself, I don't know. After a two hour trip we eventually arrived at the office, having gone through the Black Wall Tunnel and past the Millennium Dome. We carried out completed jobs in, checked them off and checked out our new jobs again and then it was time to come back home. Then I nearly fell asleep. With old Posh Boots next to me. The sun was shining off the cars in front of us and I had to keep squinting, which turned in to dropping the head and closing my eyes. I don't think I nodded off but I easily could have. The conversation wasn't exactly that riveting and I was getting fed up hearing what “My Sophie and Emma said...”. So that was my day. I was bored stiff and very tired when I got home. I hadn't drunk, I'd only eaten a bag of Mini Cheddars and had a really bad headache and I ended up having a kip after I'd eaten. I don't think I'll be asking to do that again in a hurry! |