Car Trouble

Can only recall one incident. A lot of driving in this dream (long journey) - at point, I somehow projected myself from my usual clapped-out red Nissan in a smaller, unremembered vehicle. Some time later realised that I had forgotten to bring the Nissan to a halt, and stopped to look for it. I was sure it would have careered into another car, or smashed into a wall, but instead found it had ground safely to a halt and was sitting by the side of the road with engine idling.

All of this happened somewhere closely resembling M8 junction by the Clyde near Langbank, Renfrewshire, on a cold, clear day.

Department Store

Big dream over several locations, lots of travelling; a journey/holiday feeling about it. We were looking after someone's apartment or caravan, then moving on somewhere else. Watching Roman Army re-enactors going through their various formations, decided (for the first time) that it looked like a rather good idea and a fine thing to do. Spent a lot of time in enormous department store with J and others (family?). I felt mildly privileged in some way, as if we were shopping for a present for me. The radio-controlled models section of this particularly well-equipped store was of interest, with some large and fantastically detailed examples of obscure naval vessels. Also remembered from shop stock: an accessory pack for model soldiers who are suppied bald: transparent plastic hairpieces in a variety of styles (short, ponytail etc.) to be painted in the desired hair colour. Their transparency allows a realistic effect to be achieved by brushing lightly, creating a convincingly strandy texture. Fat Boy Slim's ubiquitous 'Right Here, Right Now' must have had some soundtrack role in this dream, for I had it in my head when I woke up.

Nada

Nothing I can really grasp, I'm afraid, from last night. Just a feeling that the issue of 'doing things right' was a theme.

The Penthouse and Suite

J (my wife) and I are living in a penthouse apartment, quite nice - a modern, white-walled building, we have a patio-style balcony. However, the building rises from the top of a hill wooded with young, shabby-looking trees and strewn with odd bits of rubbish. We are adding to this by hurling an unwanted and torn seventies-style suite of chairs and sofa from the balcony. Clearing out, I think. My cousin K comes to stay later on. He has returned to his original engineering career and is about to attend the function of his professional organisation. I comment on the rather regimental 'engineers club' tie he is wearing for the event.

A big dream but not much remembered detail.

'Bob Harding' and Pirate Ship

Throughout the duration, looking after some kind of fairly dangerous domestic animal (black) which I had housed in a mesh hutch/run thing on a (my?) lawn.

At one point, visited huge jumble sale - the ultimate jumble sale, in fact, a warehouse-sized jumble sale. I tried to buy a replica (maybe half life-size) pirate galleon. I found that I had no way of keeping it upright on its keel, though.

Later, was watching a new TV game show entitled 'Bob Harding's Million-pound Fuck-Off'.

Sorry, but I don't make the stuff up. The mystery beast seems to me to be influenced by one of the rabbits which we keep; I'd spent a long time stroking it beside me on a sofa last night.

International Fire

Hazy, but (at some stage) being shown public-information material relating to the possibility of an 'International Fire'. This type of (natural) disaster is the fire equivalent of a pandemic, and I guess it implies that whole countries become ablaze.

It seems pretty obvious that I've been influenced on some level by present concerns regarding Avian Flu.