Date of dream: Friday, November 17, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I'd gone to an ice rink, and it was really busy, like a night club. There was some kind of ice dancing
display that was being performed, and I was supposed to be in it. I was dressed in a white dress, and I
saw a lady from work, Alison, dressed in a matching white suit. She said she was my partner and it was
our turn to dance, so we went out onto the ice. I knew we hadn't practiced, and that I couldn't skate,
but for some reason the performance went perfectly, and we were really pleased.
After the dance I went to talk to my friend Shell, who was watching from the side. The side was full of
people drinking and dancing, so it took me a while to find her. When I reached her, she looked really
worried, and said that we were late and we'd missed our lift home. A girl I knew from school, Cassie,
was passing by and she said she was the manager of the ice rink, and as we'd missed our lift because
the performance ran late, she would pay for a taxi for us.
I told Shell to wait where she was while I went with Cassie to organise the taxi. She gave me a little
card with the ice rink's name on it which she said I could use to pay for the taxi, and she started to
phone the taxi rank. While she was waiting for the taxi place she saw a group of chav girls who were all
laying on the floor, and nobody could get past them, so she yelled at them to get up and they did.
I went back to find Shell and she said she had to leave right now, so we walked out. She still looked
upset but I didn't know what was wrong with her. We got outside and got to the taxi, and I saw my
friend Kerrie. I wanted to talk to her but Shell wanted to leave, so she got into the taxi by herself and
left. I went back to a club with Kerrie, but she said she wanted to leave too and asked me to call a taxi.
I went outside to call the taxi, because I couldn't get a signal inside the club, then I went back to find
Kerrie. The bouncers wouldn't let me back inside the club because it was past last entry, and when I
tried to call her I couldn't get through. I knew she'd come out eventually because she knew I was
waiting for her, so I waited by the door. There was a bench nearby full of people. I thought I saw my
friend Tony, so I went over to say hi. As I approached I realised it wasn't actually Tony, and as I got
nearer, he started vomiting on the pavement. I was afraid, so I turned away, and saw that Tony was
actually sitting a few metres away on a different bench.
Date of dream: Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I arrived at an ice rink with a group of about 15 people. Some of them were my friends, some I'd never
met before. We were all due to take part in some sort of figure-skating competition, and I knew that it
was the second year in a row that I'd competed. We were being given just this one session on the ice to
create a routine and to practice. I already had ice skates on when I walked in, as did everyone else, so
we all just walked straight out onto the ice. As soon as I stepped onto the rink, I remembered that I
really couldn't skate, and that was why I hadn't won the year before. A girl near me, who was a really
good friend of mine in the dream, held my hand to try and help me. I started to fall anyway, and slid
backwards, but as I did this, I automatically started skating backwards. I was really surprised with
myself, but I was happy, because it meant I'd be able to compete.
At one end of the ice rink was a stage, which had loads of costumes hanging on it. We had to choose a
costume to wear during the competition. My friend and I were the only ones not at the stage, and as I
looked at the other skaters, I noticed that they were all choosing outfits which looked like they were
from the 1940s. My friend said to me "Why don't you try this on?", and held up a dress - I have no idea
where she got it from. It was black and purple, and looked very gothic. It was satin with lace on it, and
was structured, so that the skirts stayed in place, as did a cape-like thing which went down the back. I
put the dress on, and it looked really stupid, like I thought it would. I laughed, and put my cardigan
over the top of it, so nobody would see it. My friend grabbed my hands and started skating, dragging
me behind her, backwards. My skate got caught up in the tie on my cardigan, and we both fell over. As
I fell, I felt my skate dig into the ice. We landed on the floor, and were both laughing hysterically. I
looked at the ice where my skate had caught, and saw that there was a huge hole in it. It was big
enough for someone to sit in, if they folded their legs up, and was shaped like a jagged circle. About six
inches down, the ice stopped, and there was a wooden floorboard across the hole. I realised that the
rink was just six inches of ice set over a normal wooden floor.
A man came over to us, and I knew he was either our instructor, or in charge of the competition. We
were still laughing, but as he approached, I felt nervous, because I knew we'd done serious damage to
the ice rink. He told us to get up and leave the ice, but he said it wasn't a big deal, and we didn't have
to pay for the damage. He sounded bored, like it was something that happened regularly. We skated
over to the ticket booth, and gave back our skates, and the dress. As we left, we seperated, and I don't
know where the girl went. I walked through a door at the ice rink, and found myself in a large office
area. I walked across the room, and found my friend Michelle and a guy from my office, Rich, sitting at
a desk in the middle. They were both looking at some paper on the desk, like they were working on a
project together. When Michelle saw me, she smiled and hugged me, then I told them both what had
happened on the ice. Rich pointed to a cupboard next to him, and on the outside of it, the dress was
hanging from a hook. He said "why don't you put the dress back on?", so I did. This time, it looked
really good, so I decided to leave it on.
I left the ice rink, and got into my car, because I was supposed to go and pick my parents up from a
supermarket. I parked outside and waited for ages. Eventually my mum came out, and said that we
had to wait a bit longer for my stepdad. She seemed drunk, and I was already in a bad mood from
waiting for so long. After a while, my stepdad came out and got into the car. I was just about to drive
away, when my mum shouted "Hang on, we need to wait for my sister too!", so I had to wait for what
seemed like another age, until my aunt came out.
I drove home, and went inside. I went to the mirror at the top of the stairs, and was about to put my
make-up on. I realised that i had a really tiny brush, and had to use that to put on all my make-up,
even my foundation. I knew this would take forever, so I got put in an even worse mood.
Additional Comments:
The ice skating part probably came from either the Winter Olympics, which are on at the moment, or
from the Ice Dancing program, which is also running at the moment. While I don't actually watch either
of them, they are talked about on television a lot at the moment. The girl I was with on the ice was not
someone I recognised, but I knew she was my best friend. I thought it might be Michelle at first, but it
didn't look much like her, and given that I had to tell her about what had happened later on, I don't
think it was her after all.
The area I was waiting wasn't a car park, it was just like a little cul-de-sac outside the supermarket.
The supermarket also didn't look like it should have done, it looked like an old fashioned house, the
style that you see in central London, or Bath.
