I very rarely have, or remember my dreams. But when I do, I try to write them down. Here are some of them.
The scene: I'm on some sort of road trip with my friend Didi from Oregon, visiting some places I grew up. We're driving down this exact road, and there's a young kid, around 15, in the car, proudly telling us about how he was recently hired to trim all the hedges. The view of the cement factory down in the valley is spectacular. It looks far more futuristic than usual.
We stop off right here, where there's a sort of visitor's centre. There's a few steps downward, maybe 8 big wide steps. The room is painted with a mural showing the history of the cement factory. Before we head in, I'm telling Didi this history. The (dream-world) history includes a large explosion at the cement factory back in the late 70s which crippled the UK cement economy, but thanks to financial aid from the USA, the factory was rebuilt. Before the rebuild, Thatcher was quoted as wondering what happened to the great british cement industry, and I crack a joke like "well, Thatcher, remember the place where we made all the cement? Remember how it fuckin exploded?".
So this mural, think Le Fe Electricite, but cement focused. I take a step down the short flight of stairs, scanning the room, and I notice that the painting of Abraham Lincoln is sort of merged with another president's legs, making it seeem at a passing glance that he's got four legs. I'm so surprised that no one noticed him that I fall down the stairs in a fit of laughter. Didi walks in, sees me, looks around, sees (credit to her in real life for saying this) Neighbraham Lincoln, then promptly ALSO falls down the stairs and lands next to me, saying the punchline of the dream "I just didn't expect Centaur Lincoln!"
I dreamt I was walking home from the pub. I saw a cat in the street. No one around. I do the usual 'hello' ritual for the little one. I am not a threat. I think we could exchange pleasantries. I want to touch your ears, and I think you'l probably like to headbutt my hand. We do so. The cat rolls onto its back, I don't move my hand away, the cat delivers a neat little scratch to my hand, rolls back over, doesn't run. I go in peace to my home. I wake up, slightly hung over, and realise I have a scratch on my hand from the cat.
I don't think I've ever experienced a thing in real life, then gone home, and dreamt about it. I basically just remembered part of my evening while asleep. I can barely even call it a dream, I should just make a page about random cats I've met.
I dreamt I was organising an attic, putting things up there and moving boxes around. Must have been some sort of hotel or house museum? The fire alarms went off, and for some reason I was in charge of fire safety so I had to guide everyone out. Must have been about 50 or so people. I escorted a fair few of them out, then had to walk around checking each room.
I was an uncle. The kids, two girls, were about 5 - 7, and it was my first time dropping them off at school. This was the near future so self driving remotely piloted cars were a simple fact of life. It was also my father's first time piloting the car, remotely. I'm in the driver's seat, trying to keep the kids happy by chatting to them, while also keeping a close eye on dad's driving. Which is fine and safe, but he takes a wrong turn, and has to perform a 3 point turn using someone's driveway. So this guy opens the door, hes wearing tighty whiteys, a vest, and a dressing gown, he's bald, he looks like someone you'll find at any wetherspoons at 10am on a weekday. He gets all annoyed that I'm using his driveway, and I'm then in this strange position where I have to explain that while yes, I'm in the driver's seat of the car currently in your driveway, performing a 3 point turn, but im actually not driving. Understandable mistake to make and I can't be angry that you think I'm driving because it does look like it. So I have my head out the window trying to explain it, the car is reversing, he doesn't understand, dad is on the intercom complaining, the kids find it hilarious, I'm trying to perform a manual override. It's all quite a lot. Either way, manual override kicks in after we're out of the driveway, I get the kids to school, I make sure they're ok and ready and excited, and I tell them that sometimes life is dumb and weird and silly but you just gotta embrace that and do your best and be brave. They go off to school and I have to think about how to pitch the driving thing to dad and joe and sarah.
Dreamed I was stuck on a plane before takeoff because the pilot was having a bit of a panic attack.
Dreamed I repotted all my plants. Same plants, same pots, fresh soil. Woke up and did exactly that.
Another dream that's very similar but I'm in my childhood home, in the kitchen. The sun is coming in through the window, the kettle is boiled, all is well.
Dreamed I was walking round sainos, looking at the canned foods, and mum comes round the corner just about to start her shopping trip. we have a little catch up, it's really lovely, then I realise oh I was about to come visit anyways after the shop. I decide to leave my basket on the shelf and i say 'fuck it shall we just go get a brew here' and we go to the cafe. I wake up just as I'm about to drink my tea.
I'm walking in town and a police person approaches me and says 'exuse me sir' but I tell them no thanks I don't really want to chat or make friends right now but thanks though
Max, one of the internet friends appears in my dream, tells me 'you should probably take a little time off work, and I have a gun' and I wake up and wonder why it was him who told me that.