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I was at home, getting ready to go to work. I got dressed, and left the house. For some reason, I had
to drive a huge white transit van, so I got in, and pulled out of my street. There were dozens of police
vehicles driving round, which all looked identical to my van, but with police logos on the side. I realised
that I'd left my handbag at home, so I parked the van on some grass, and hoped the police would think
I was one of them, and not make me move the van. I ran back home, and grabbed my handbag. My
parents were there, and they started shouting at me for something, I can't remember what. I walked
back out of the house, then realised that I'd left my keys inside, so I couldn't start the van or get back
into the house. I had to knock on the door and ask my mum to let me back in, at which point she
started yelling at me again. This happened a few times - me leaving the house then having to go back
because I'd realised I'd left something else inside. Eventually, i got all my things, and ran to the van. It
was now half 8 am, and I was supposed to be at work. As I approached the van, I saw a piece of paper
stuck to the windscreen, and I thought it was a ticket. I was really angry, but as I got closer, I realised
it was a flyer for a motorcycle show. I tried to drive to work, but some woman and her children stopped
me, and said I had to take them swimming. It was now 9am, and I was late for work, but they wouldn't
This was a really boring dream! It was one of those typical "I need to be somewhere, but everything is
preventing me from getting there" dreams, that just makes you frustrated!
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I'd just caught a train to a huge American city, and it had been a really long journey. The city was
deserted, except for three people, who were all computer generated, and looked like they were from
the sims. One was a criminal, one was his girlfriend, and one was a policeman named Craig. The
criminal was dragging his girlfriend out to sea, so that he could drown her, and Craig was trying to stop
him. I went into a house to pick up my mibile phone. I noticed that my friend, Callum, had sent me
loads of stuff on bluetooth. I accepted the downloads, and they were taking forever to get onto my
I was going on holiday with all the people from my office. We arrived, and we were on a campsite. One
of the men had brought his daughter, who was about 3 or 4 years old. When we arrived, they noticed a
strip club, and they all went in. I didn't want to go in - I'm the only woman in the group, and I was
uncomfortable. When I went in, the place looked like a sumo ring, and all the spectators sat down
around the edge. I sat down, and I was really bored, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew one of
the strippers from somewhere. There was a bloke sat next to me. He was wearing a suit, and looked to
be in his fourties. I kept sluming on him and trying to go to sleep.
The police came in, and asked all the strippers for their licenced. They kept looking at me strangely,
like I wasn't supposed to be there. The striparea had then become a bar. A man brought in what looked
like an old fashioned petrol pump, which had been used to make an incredibly potent alcoholic drink.
Everyone was talking about the drink, and they kept saying the word "nineteen". I was sat with Rob
from my office, and we were both designated drivers, but he was still trying the drink. I was talking to
the man who brought out the machine, and I knew that the machine had an attatchment that you could
use to shave your legs. He showed me how the attatchment worked, then he announced to everyone
that as soon as I'd finished shaving my legs, they could carry on drinking. I was embarassed, and told
them not to worry about it, I could shave my legs back at the camp, even though I knew I didn't have a
razor. I asked Rob for the keys so that i could go back to camp and get dressed, because I'd just
noticed I was wearing my pyjamas.
I left, and started to walk back to the camp, when I saw the little girl wandering round by herself. I
thought it was best to take her back with me, but as I spoke to her, I realised I'd lost the keys. Allthe
way back, I kept losing and finding the keys. I somehow now had two sets of keys - the one I needed
to get my clothes, and another, smaller, set. When I arrived back at the camp, the smaller set of keys
opened an ancient looking dresser. I opened it, and Martin, out IT director, walked in and aaid I should
look at all the lovely jewellery inside. As I looked, I realised that all the jewellery was mine, and it was
ll broken. I couldn't find the keys to open the door to where my clothes were.