weird and bizarre dreams!!!

[Blaadyblah]

I dozed off at about four o'clock waiting to take some painkillers...

Paul and I went to visit a friend in Bolton who lived in her own house initially, but after one of those odd shifts dreams afford was occupying my old flat in East Grinsead (which was no longer above a shop, but above a nursery school, three times the previous size, redecorated and located just a couple of hundred yards from her actual home).

There was much vodka fuelled daftness and so on, but at this stage the dream was still pretty sane - even the giant blue tit (size of a sea gull) seemed just a little off when it wandered out from behind the telly. We had a lovely time and set off home to (dunno where) but were interrupted at some stage.

There things got a bit sit-com. Somehow we took a little boy wearing red wellies with blue and white spots on the toes. Not sure where he came from, but we were involved in a plot to sell the child to a couple but were holed up with a couple I swear could have walked out of Little Britain in the meantime. He was mega-camp hetero and she was m-f transexual with a fondness for knitwear and doilies.

There was a trestle table set up outside their house with a computer through which we were negotiating some sort of a deal with another anonymous couple. Turns out we got on famously with the pair in the little two up two down (which I'm convinced was in Cheshire somewhere). We kept swapping stuff - Paul came away with a pair of slippers and a telescope, while I got a huge embroidery frame that wasn't being used. The giant blue tit showed up again with a standard sized vole in it's beak. This couple though had a cat which chased it around for a while (comedy feathers flying and all). Don't remember what happened to the blue tit, but the vole got away.

Nick Griffin and his wife turned up at some point driving a brand new BMW complete with buggy, thomas the tank engine and a kids umbrella, he was carrying an overnight bag full of cash. They were sent away again in a huff, all other parties having decided that the child was best left with the couple. On the way out of the kitchen I found a twenty pence piece on the floor and handed it to the mum, pointing ut that from now on she'd have to get used to the idea that money on the floor belongs to the kids. We packed up the car which took forever as the embroidery frame, telescope and so on all needed to be packed up and for some odd reason there was a very confusing mess of slippers and stripey socks and headed toward home.

On the way we stopped to meet my Dad who was excited to tell me he'd just moved into a high-rise in Watford. His mate was out of the country and so he was staying there for a couple of years, it was a real batchelor pad, think Quagmire in Family Guy.

There was more, we were headed to Cheltenham to see friends I think but that's all a bit hazy as Madam came in and told me Daddy had said I should spend some time awake now. It was also time for the next dose of painkillers. I'd probably be slightly less disturbed by the weird dreams if I'd actually taken the previous lot!

[loosebones]

A very odd night last night.

I was at my secondary school on the ground floor with Jack Sparrow and Captain Barbossa from Pirates of the Caribbean. We started off with a rehearsal for the upcoming battle, then we took it out into the ocean. The cannons were unlike any I've ever seen and we loaded them with lansoprazole to fire at Barbossa. To refill the cannons with lansoprazole, we had to swim underneath Barbossa's boat, pinch the lansoprazole from the cockles attached to the boat, then return through a secret trap door into our own boat again. Jack Sparrow was his usual self flouncing around the boat barking out random orders and I was dressed in medieval costume flirting with him outrageously.

(I woke to my bed inside out and my music stand thrown across my room with everything knocked off the shelf) oooooooooops
I don't have issues

[loosebones]

I've had some odd dreams recently...not sure if it's due tot he change in meds.

Last night my first one was me being chased by fat people trying to kill me with their stomachs, followed by one I just find amusing...

There was a nest of wasps and I got some spray to kill them but they were in league with Tinkerbell and she was controlling them and the wasps were trying to kill everyone so I killed all the wasps and Tinkerbell with silver spray paint!

I'm sane...I think

[Flora]

if tinkerbell is on the side of the wasps then frankly she deserved it!

A few nights ago I was surfing around and found lots of pictures of pygmy hedgehogs, which seemed to come up in a dream that night. Only the hedgehogs of unusual size changed from weeny to about 4 foot tall, inteligent, talking, and available to take out from a library!

[Flora]

I had the oddest dream last night, involving Pygmy hippos.
I was a stylist at a photo shoot for a fashion magazine that was of pygmy hippos wearing dresses etc. The first few pictures of the hippo in a swimming costume and a lovely leotard/leg warmer outfit went fine, but then the photographer wanted the frilly dress shot. We got the hippo into a nice pale pink frilly dress, but it was a bit droopy, and the photographer said that it needed a tutu to make it look good. I went out to the town centre in Brighton (where I haven't lived for about 15 years) and found a tutu for animals shop just round the corner. I returned with a handful of tutus that the lady at the shop said would fit the Pygmy hippo fine, as she sold a lot of them and never had a problem before.
I returned to the studio and started trying them on. The blue and lilac ones fitted great, but the photographer insisted on having the bright pink one, as it coordinated with the dress best. The dream ended with me desperately trying to fit a too small pink tutu onto the hippo.
If anyone wishes to visit the tutu for animals shop in Brighton, it's opposite boots. Although you may have to be dreaming to find it!