Archive for December, 2007

a weird tv

December 29, 2007

this one just happened, I got up to write it down. It follows an evening of quite unusual dreams. Some of the early ones my recollection is not sufficient to write down. but the last part of the last one is quite clear. 

I am in a room which is where I live. This room is nothing like any real place I have lived. The room is long with a door at one end and a window door with a balcony at the other. Along one side is a plain lounge. Everything is grey. The TV is the TV from my lounge and there is some basic equipment. Though it sits on a small wiry stand. Some of the vaguely recollected section relate to setting this up. It’s like it took a while for the dream to tune in. 

There seems to be a desired effect. But it is not working. Out of nowhere a man appears. It is someone I know. At first I cannot focus on him as he is also appearing in the TV. So he changes the channel. No effect. So the TV is rotated, but still it distracts. First the first power point is turned off, the TV is still on. Then the second and only other power point. The TV is still on. The TV is moved out into the corridor leading up to the front door. Still it is on. But now it is out of the way. The man tries something that has been tried before. It is ok, I respect this person. But it won’t help the others. For they tried the same thing and it did not work.

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a weird game

December 24, 2007

this dream occurred this morning, for the first time to my knowledge. It was in colour, though the main colour was dark green, the water was blue, and the players wore white.

I am standing on a hockey field and we are hitting hockey balls with their hockey sticks. I pan back. There are players on the field, the field has changed. It is now a rectangular hole in the ground filled with water and with grassed sides this forms a playing pitch. The players who are all wearing white, but who seem to know which side they are on are playing at the near end of the field. Two opposing players play into a new square hole say 10 feet across with no water. A free seems to be given and one player hits the ball down the ground. The game continues along the grassy sides and at the end a goal is scored in a similar square hole at the other end. At the far end of the ground is a sea wall and the ocean. 

The game starts again with a hit off from the square hole I am above this hole and beyond the ground so I look over it, the field and then to the ocean.  But this time the player goes for a direct hit, but the shot is long and hooks to the right. The next time the hit-off is contested, as the opposing player tackles the hitting player the game duplicates and becomes two games side-by-side, in a fractal type progression a third game is spawned.  As the players play their way along the bank a man hand me an electronic gadget. I type something. When I look at the gadget, what I typed was: <i>camberwell road grammar school</i>. I am surprised and the dream ends.

the railway line

December 22, 2007

Another in a seemingly endless series of railway associated dreams. It is very short.

I am traveling across a world. I come to a single train track. I seem to have a choice. I can travel to the right or to the left. In both directions is a city. The one on the right is grey and dirty. The one on the left, shiny and white. I choose to travel to the right. It seems much more interesting.

catching the train

December 15, 2007

this occurred once around the start of the 2000 decade.

I am talking to a man. He gives some advice which is quite unusual and I should accept an expected offer when given. Later I am on a train. I go to take my bed. A person comes up and offers me a swap. I swap my ticket. I am in a similar style of accommodation, but there are people there who speak the same language as me and I start a conversation. Another woman wants to know how come we already know each other. But we do not know each other.

blue flags over all…

December 3, 2007

This dream is a new one. It occurred the night before last. I do not yet know it’s meaning or fully understand it’s context.

I am flitting madly from one spot to another in a seemingly panicked state. This is silly, I think. So I force it to slow down and have a look. I seem to be in churned up subsoil. I am moving about under the ground.  I am running away from something. So I force it to stop. I am in a little chamber made of granules of dirt. I have a look above the ground from the top of a slope. I flip to the top of the slope. Down the slope are blue banners, like from the legion of blue banners lined up in a neat grid. At first it seems that they are moving up the slope. I imagine that they are held by people. But later I decide that they are just stuck in the ground.