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.
All I remember is the point at which matters became really desperate... we were all exhausted, some injured, when the soldier said: "I hear the sound of that bee. Please God don't let it turn into the sound of a swarm"
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.