Date of dream: Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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A boy had been murdered in a school gym, and I was one of a group of people there to investigate it. The gym was quite dark, and everything seemed to have an orange or red tint to it. I noticed that the boy had a packet of gum in his hand, called "Big Gum", and that there were only three sticks of gum in it. I looked around and noticed that the fourth piece of gum was in the doorway to the back exit of the gym. I sat down on the bleachers to write down what I'd found. Gary Oldman came in and sat behind me - he was also investigating the case. He started moaning about his home life and said he wanted some legal advice. He told me he was married to Catherine Zeta Jones, and that her father, Michael Douglas (!) hated him, and had written a film that was blatantly about him, but disguised it just enough so that Gary Oldman couldn't prove without a doubt that it was based on him. He started crying, and I told him to calm down and concentrate on the case instead, to take his mind off of it. He wandered off to do just this. The next thing I knew, loads of reporters and journalists walked in, and started taking pictures of Gary Oldman. They were saying he'd found a vital piece of evidence in the murder, and started taking photos of him holding up the fourth piece of gum. I tried to say that I'd found that first, but nobody listened to me.
Additional Comments:
Okay, obviously Catherine Zeta Jones is not Michael Douglas' daughter, she's his wife. I've no idea why I dreamt about them, but I think Gary Oldman was there because I remember reading that it was his birthday before I went to sleep.
Date of dream: Friday, February 24, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 2978 times.
I'd gone on holiday with my family, and we were in Africa. We were driving round on some sort of
safari, and there was a lioness getting dangerously close to us. I felt ill, and just wanted to go to sleep.
We drove to the airport to come home, and I fell asleep on the plane. When I woke up, we were
landing back in England, and my mother told me that my nan had been being sick all the way home.
I went to work, and our whole office had been moved into a tiny caravan. The inside was much bigger
than the outside looked, and there were about 20 people's desks inside. The walls were black and
purple, and everything was lit by a UV blacklight. There was an argument going on over who would get
to sit where, and it started getting violent. Somebody stood up and told everyone they were acting like
children, and they all stopped fighting.
I was backstage at a concert, and I was stood with Steve Buscemi, who was about to go on stage. He
was dressed like he is in "Airheads", and was playing with the band from the same film, on the same
stage. We walked out on stage, and Steve Buscemi looked terrified. He had a guitar, but instead of
strings, it had valves, like you'd see on a clarinet or a flute, which he had to press to make sounds. He
was having real trouble playing it, and I wanted to help, but I couldn't seem to speak or move, I could
only watch. I knew that the next scene in "Airheads" would be the scene where the band is playing in
prison, and I knew that soon we would cut to that scene. I thought that he would be more confident
there, but when the scene changed, he still looked as scared. He kept looking at me like he was
pleading with me to help him, but I still couldn't move.
Additional Comments:
Steve Buscemi is probably my favourite actor of all time, but I haven't seen him in much recently. Airheads is a movie he was in from the mid 90s, which is terrible, but quite funny (probably because it's so bad). Again, I haven't seen it in ages, so I don't know why I'd dream about it.
