I will be posting my remembered dreams as they come to me. I get this extraordinary stuff for free, so I might as well use it. Initials have been used to attempt to protect the unwitting actors in these unconscious narratives.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Bus Ticket
The only thing I remember: trying to shield myself from gunfire by holding up a bus ticket (it was all I had in my pockets).
I envy you your entertaining technicolor dreams, as 99% of the time I wake up with no recollection whatsoever of dreaming. I was aware of dreaming a bit while I was away this summer, so maybe I should live in a tent more often? Ken
I've set up this dream blog purely as a means of quickly recording the surreal (but somehow with a hint of a greater meaning) adventures that take place in my head most nights. I'm a relatively normal chap, but have been having pretty vivid dreams since I can remember. Recurring dream themes and locations include: abandoned places (generally), industrial scenarios, railway ephemera, moorlands and heaths, stone quarries. If you particularly enjoy hearing of inexplicable juxtapositions and peculiar events occuring in these kind of spots, bookmark me.
I envy you your entertaining technicolor dreams, as 99% of the time I wake up with no recollection whatsoever of dreaming. I was aware of dreaming a bit while I was away this summer, so maybe I should live in a tent more often?
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Try a good hefty cheese-based meal before retiring, Ken - always works for me, and you usually have a fine appetite on you...
ReplyDeleteActually nowadays, a simple though flimsy bus ticket is more than enough to ward off the most menacing of predators imaginable.
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