- In bed – 9.23pm
- Lights off – 12.13am
- Woke up – 8.45am
Today was a relax day, and I did lots of cooking too (a korma from scratch, with homemade paneer), so my awareness was attempted at keeping high, though it didn’t work so much, I got distracted by the cooking… failed often, but did try. In bed had some ok prep too.
Dreams
4.54am – There was a stunning valley, somewhere in Wales (who would have thought there would be one of them here…) that had been flooded recently, so all of the trees were facing/leaning the same way. This part wasn’t so clear for me when I tried to recall. The next part was much better. I was at some kind of dart competition, and Sawyer (of ‘Lost’ fame) was sat next to me, just randomly chilling there. I have no idea whey he has been chosen to represent ‘Lost’ in my dreams, but it’s almost always him. This part of the dream was incredibly realistic, more so than most of my recalled dreams. There was a really creepy guy sat near the players and he held his eyes really wide and looked around the room. Whenever the players made good throws he would lift his weights over his head for a few reps and if they did bad he would hug them and comfort them, showing his weird sensitive side. On top of this the number adding girl was really nervous and so failed more often than not.
7.27am – In a flat somewhere and people accused me of being a gambling addict, as I had made one bet and had a laser tag coupon in my wallet. I got thrown out of the window by a henchman (though I’m unsure, this may have been a weird dream déjà vu thing… I will explain). When I came back up to the flat the electricity wasn’t working properly, the lamp we had was flickering, so I checked and it was barely plugged in and wet. So I plugged it in properly… then I got thrown out of the window (here is the déjà vu part, though honestly I‘m not even sure if I did get thrown form a window, I remember just ending up outside a few times, then coming back to the flat, but at the time that’s what I wrote, so maybe there was something more I have forgotten). Back in the flat again, I found that someone had gone through the whole kitchen and taken everything out of the draws and cupboards. The man was now behind me, so there was some kind of discussion here about why and who etc., which I don’t remember too much. But then I was running through the streets holding or wearing only a towel, and I was Buffy the Vampire Slayer now (changed a bit to a film-dream I guess). She mislead the chasers by using Willow as bait, while she hid behind a car, but the main baddie heard the thoughts about getting to the police, to ‘Inspector Moulet’. So another chase began.
8.55am – Going out somewhere with my girlfriend, for drinks. Sat in the bar I think I started getting jealous or something, of everyone around us, so my girlfriend and I argued, and she ended up leaving and leaving me. I was distraught, so I sat at the bar still, drinking odd drinks through the world’s tiniest, red straws, feeling absolutely horrid that we had broken up. I stumbled back home, though it turned out I was a lodger or broken in, as a mother and daughter stood looking at me very confused. I tried to call my girlfriend, but she had gone on some kind of retreat, where they weren’t allowed phones. I knew they were going to brainwash her in hating me and not taking me back.
It might not sound like it too much when reading it, but this last one was a horrible, horrible dream. Maybe the worst I’ve felt waking up from any dream. on the upside, great recall and detail.