Another day, another dream!

I woke up really tired this morning. Really had to pull my eyelids apart! I had three dreams last night. The last one was the best bit, however, it made me really emotional. Maybe because I was being protective? Who knows. Hope you enjoy it.

Courtesy of Wanmeishala

Monday 9th October

It was dark and very late at night. I found myself in a car park. It was empty apart from a couple of vehicles that were at either ends of the area. The streetlights were glowing orange and you could see the silhouette of the trees swaying in the wind. The ground was damp and you could see puddles in places. I was sat in my car in the middle of the car park with the doors wide open. They weren’t your average car doors. They were scissor doors. It felt like I was waiting for someone.

The wind was picking up speed and the quietness became very loud. It sounded like I was in the middle of a hurricane. I heard sirens and rain whooshing past me. I turned my head to look in a different direction. I saw a bunch of guys approach me. They looked evil! Like Michael Jackson in Thriller. They were carrying machetes and they were coming after me. I felt my heart race and my body temperature rose so quickly. I felt like I was melting from inside out. I closed my eyes and screamed at the top of my voice. Suddenly there was silence. Had I gone deaf? I couldn’t hear a thing! I opened my eyes and the people had gone. Everything was back to how it began in the car park. I sat in my car, eyes wide open. What had I just witnessed?

My dream then changed to an old fashioned care home. The beds were made of iron and the room was in a mint green colour. I saw two nurses. Their uniform was a mid blue colour. Their dresses reached their mid shins in length and it had long sleeves. Over the top of the dresses were long, white, frilly aprons. They also wore a white hat that was shaped like a triangle. The nurses looked very strange. They looked like they were either drunk or possessed! Their eyes were dark and sunken and they had a very strange wicked smile. They were standing so close to each other applying blusher to their cheeks. They told me the care home was closed and I had to go and park elsewhere. They gave me an evil laugh and then their faces started to disappear.

Lastly, I dreamed I was in a bar with my friend Tony. We were sat at a round wooden table on wooden chairs. The chairs had a brick coloured leather seat. He had a beer and I had a vodka, lime and lemonade. We were laughing and joking about old times. A bunch of girls turned up and one of them made an instant beeline for my friend. I wasn’t happy. She had straight, reddish-brown hair, brown eyes and a pointy smile. She looked like she was 18-21 years old. Her and her friends were giggling round us and then she came up close to me. She asked me my friends name. I told her it was Stephen with a ‘P.H’. She asked me to give his number to the bar staff so she could go and collect it later on. I said I would through gritted teeth. Tony just had a big cheesy smile on him. You could tell he was loving the attention. I on the other hand, wanted to stand up and tell her to back off and that he was with me! This girl was soooooo touch feely with him. Stroking his arm, put her hand on top of his e.t.c. Made me feel sick! It made me realise I had feelings for him, even though we were just good friends and had been for the best part of 14 years.

I was busting for the toilet and I really didn’t want to leave Tony with them. I went to stand up and go to the ladies. My handbag strap was wrapped around my foot. I had terrible trouble removing it. My handbag was made of leather and tan in colour. When I did manage to get free, I walked to the ladies. I went through a door and everything was black and dirty. It looked very industrial with pipes everywhere. I could hear a tapping noise as well, as if the pipes were heating up. I saw another bunch of girls huddled together. They looked like they were waiting to go as well. I couldn’t wait that long. Neither, could I leave Tony alone for all that time. I was itching to get back to him. I saw a foreign lady. I asked for another toilet. She didn’t understand. I repeated myself and tried to show her actions. She still didn’t get it. Another foreign lady came up and said ”Wee?” ”Yes” I replied, in a hurried voice. She said the toilets were closed for cleaning and I just had to wait. No chance!

After I woke up from my final dream, I felt an ache in my heart like I really had lost my best friend to this random girl. I’m glad it was only a dream. I got up and did an hours worth of bodyweight. That made me feel a whole lot better.

There we are Steemers! I hope you enjoyed last nights dream. Please feel free to read about my other dreams.

Dream Diary

October
7/10/17 | 6/10/17 | 5/10/17 | Can't sleep, Wont sleep | 3/10/17 | 2/10/17 | 1/10/17

September
30/9/17 | 29/9/17 | 28/9/17 | 27/9/17 | 26/9/17 | 25/9/17 | 24/9/17 | 22/9/17 | 21/9/17 | 20/9/17 | Recurring Dreams