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I was walking through town with my friend Shell, on the way to a pub to meet our friends. There was
some sort of festical going on, and there were loads of stalls and floats in the town centre. There was
an old man running a stall and he called to us as we walked past. We went over to look at his stall, and
he was selling hairbands and earrings. They all looked kind of rusted and dirty, so we said we weren't
interested and we left.
We went into a pub and met our friends Sam and Ceilidh. The pub was really busy and smoky. Sam's
mum Elaine walked in, and I was trying not to let her see me, but she walked straight behind the bar
and started serving people. She came over to me and asked to take my order, but I pointed at Shell
and said she was ordering. I really didn't want her to serve me because I was worried she would do
something to my drinks. I went to my handbag and pulled out the phone from my desk at work, and
tried to phone Elaine's boyfriend, my friend Shaun, but he didn't answer. Sam and Ceilidh told me
Elaine hated me but I said I already knew. Suddenly, two Indian women and two men in suits
announced that they'd broken a world record and eaten everyone in the pub's lunch, and raised money
for charity. Another man in a suit said he'd broken the record first, but they said it was cancelled out by
We left and walked past the same stall, and the man called out to us again. He looked at the tattoos on
my arms and said he had temporary tattoos, which we should like because we were "tattoo freaks".
Shell pointed out that she had no tattoos and didn't want any. I realised he'd never let us go until I
agreed to have one, so I looked through all the designs, and they were all rubbish - really stupid
designs and really badly drawn. I eventually found a tribal style one which was ok, and I told him to put
it on near my elbow. He tried to apply it, but when he pulled away the paper it hadn't stuck. He started
licking the paper and stuck it back on my arm. I thought it was gross, so we left.
I bumped into my friend Rich, and he invited me to his house. He started driving home, but he drove to
my old house on an estate nearby. He told me that I had to make lunch while he went ot smoke
outside. I was really worried because he always made me good food, and I knew I was totally
incapable of making anything worthy. I decided to attempt a cheese sandwich, but I knew it wouldn't be
good enough and I was really worried.
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I'd been out drinking with my friends, and I was really drunk. My friend Shell and I were walking home,
but for some reason, we were walking to one of our friend's houses - Michelle's - and we were
approaching it from the opposite direction than we should have been. We noticed that there was a
group of 4 or 5 men walking behind us, and they kept whispering to each other and staring at us. At
first we thought they liked us, but after a while they started to scare me.
When we reached the turning to where Michelle's house should be, there was actually a bungalow there
instead, with a car park outside. Shell turned and went the other direction, because her house was
across the road and she wanted to get changed. I realised that the bungalow wasn't where I lived, but
some sort of social club. I went to stand in the car park and wait for Shell to come back, and the group
of men came and stood in the car park too. They were still staring at me and talking, and I started to
think that maybe they did just like me after all. One of them came over to me and said "Where did your
friend go?". I told him she'd gone to get changed but would be back soon, and asked him why he
wanted to know. He told me that him and his friends were a band, and they'd been touring, and they
hadn't seen a woman in 6 months, and now they had gotten to see two, so they were excited. I was a
little creeped out, but I just smiled and laughed it off, and eventually they left.
A blonde woman came out of the bungalow and invited me in for a drink and some food. I went inside
and sat down, and she made me a cup of tea, and some tinned ravioli. She was tidying up while I was
eating, but she kept taking off her t-shirt, putting it down, then picking it up and putting it back on
again. She was making me nervous, so I said thank you and left.
Shell came back and we decided to go to another pub - I think we got a phone call from our friends
saying to meet them there. It seemed to be the beginning of the night rather than the end now, and we
weren't drunk any more. We started walking again, and ended up in the street where I work. We heard
a loud noise, and a car pulled up next to us. It looked like the batmobile and was obviously really
expensive. The door slid up so we could see inside, and a girl from in the car started saying hi to us,
and how she hadn't seen us in ages and it was great to see us. I bent down to look into the car, and
saw that it was my friend Joe's girlfriend, who actually hates me and would never be that friendly to
me. Also in the car were three men, and Shell got all excited because she fancied them all. They were
all black, but their skin was actually jet black, not a normal dark skin tone. They were all facing straight
ahead and never moved or spoke, and I wondered if they were real or not.
Eventually we reached the pub we were going to, and we were waiting outside for my friend Sam. While
we were stood there, I saw Sam's mum's boyfriend, Shaun walking past. I was surprised because he is
supposed to be in Brazil. I looked round, but nobody else seemed to have seen him. Then we saw the
other members of one of Shaun's bands, the Stonepigs, and they were carrying instruments. We
normally go to his bands' gigs, and I realised that was what we were doing today. I said to Sam "I
didn't realise we were going to a gig, when did Shaun come back?". She told me that he hadn't come
back, and they were using a replacement drummer for the evening. I was confused, but I thought she
must know best, so I tried to forget about it. I went and sat at a table with some people from my owrk,
and had a drink.
Later on, I got up to go to the toilets. In the ladies room, you walked in the first door, and went into an
empty room with one shower cubicle in it, which had a sign saying "boys" on it, so only men could use
the shower even though it was in the womens' toilets. There was another door in the room which went
into the actual toilet cubicles. When I walked in the room, I saw Shaun again, this time he was in the
shower cubicle. The walls of it were glass, but there were two bands of frosted glass which were at
groin height and chest height, supposedly to stop people from seeing anything. I was shocked to see
him, but he just waved at me. I waved back and realised that he something wasn't right about him - he
looked different in a really minor way. I started to think that maybe it wasn't him.
I went into the toilet cubicles section to try and find Shell and ask her if she thought it was actually
Shaun or not, but she wasn't in there. When I came back out into the shower room, he was still in
there, and I looked at him and realised I was right, it wasn't Shaun, just someone who looked really
like him. I had gotten hold of a piece of paper from somewhere, and it was like a foreign ID - the man
was actually called Styv, and was Romanian or something. Suddenly, he got out of the shower and
came over to talk to me - I could definately see that it was a different person now, he seemed to have
gotten more different as the dream had progressed. Styv was extremely, erm, gifted shall we say, and
he walked towards me without a towel on and started talking to me in a weird language. I just backed
away from him, then ran out of the toilets!
I was drunk when i went to sleep and had this dream - I love the dreams I have when I've been
Okay, we do normally go and see the band's gigs, and Shaun is supposed to be in Brazil, but that's
about the only part of this dream that I can explain.
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I'd gone on a trip with the people I used to work with. It was a coach trip, which was abroad
somewhere, but not too far away - I think it might have been France. We were all in a minibus, and we
were driving down a country lane. There was a boy on the bus who I didn't recognise, who said he was
desperate for the toilet, and he needed to stop. It occurred to me that I hadn't been in over four hours,
and I was shocked that I'd managed to last so long without haveing to ask the bus to stop. I suddenly
wondered why I'd come on the trip, I knew I wouldn't enjoy it.
We arrived in a village, and stopped outside a pub. We had mainly stopped so that the boy could use
the toilet, but we decided to have a drink and some food while we were here. I was sat with my friends
Ceilidh, Sam, and Emma. The landlord came over to our table, and said "I'm sorry ladies but I'm going
to have to ask you to finish your drinks and leave". We were really surprised, but we agreed. I got up
and followed the man into the next room, where he was wiping down a table. I told him that we all had
ID on us, so we could prove we were old enough to be there, but he said that wasn't the problem. I
asked him if he could tell us what the problem was, and he ignored me. I said "Excuse me sir, but could
you please tell me why we are being asked to leave?", and he just turned round and said he wouldn't
tell us. I remember that I was making a conscious effort to be polite to him, and I kept calling him sir.
We went to meet the others, who were getting ready to leave. I'd made sure to go to the toilet before
we left, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to wait until we got to our next destination before I needed to
go again. I don't remember any of the journey, but the next thing I knew, we were pulling up outside a
house, which I knew was where we would be staying.
I walked up into the bathroom, which was a huge room with 2 toilets in it. I sat on one toilet, when the
boy from earlier walked in and sat on the other. I realised that not only was it a communal bathroom, it
was a unisex too. I turned round, and loads of people walked in and started washing their hands and
chatting. I knew I couldn't use the toilet while they were all there, so I got up.
I had been to a pub with Ceilidh, Sam, and Emma the night before I had this dream, so that probably
explains that grouping. They had frequent trips to France when I was at school (I live in southern
England, so it's not very far), but I never wanted to go, which is why I found it odd that I'd agreed to go
on this trip.