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I am sat in the passenger seat of a car being driven by my Mum she is traveling along the streets close
to where we lived in my early teens, I can see that she is going to pull up outside the house of a
childhood friend in order to go and speak with his parents as she seems to need something.
(This boy fell out with me for personal reasons).
I really don’t want to be doing this but I don’t really have any control as it is my mother who is wanting
to go back to the house, I feel a terrible dread as if I’m being taken back to somewhere I really don’t
want to go.
I decide to stay in the car whilst my Mum goes over to the door to make her enquiry, looking out of the
car window I can see that the old friend’s house has been transformed into a romantic looking English
cottage with roses growing up trellises near the front door.
It soon becomes clear to me that the family of the boy I knew has moved away from the house a long
long time ago, somebody else has bought the property and turned it into a small cozy Bed & Breakfast
hotel. I’m really glad that the boy and his family aren’t there anymore, the new B&B looks quite nice
and I can imagine that the garden at the rear must be very pleasant judging by the front of the
My Mum comes back to the car she looks a little puzzled as she was expecting to find the family still
living there, I talk to my Mum and tell her that its all in the past now and its better that way (Implying
that she doesn’t need to track them down).
We go for a walk along the street where I see two dragonflies* copulating on a plant in a garden, the
creatures have huge mandibles and I imagine that a bite from one of them would be incredibly painful.
My Mum and I enter into a bungalow a few houses down from where our house used to be in reality.
The house is a real shambles and messy inside I gather that this property actually belongs to me (and
my wife as well it seems) the house is a kind of second property we have which we can come and stay
in a bit like a sort of holiday home.
The bungalow hasn’t been visited for ages hence the muddles and mess its not particularly dirty just
neglected with stacks of mail shoved through the letter box and spilling out all over the floor, its as if it
was left just as it was the last time we visited without any upkeep with plates of food left lying out etc.
I sit down with my Mum and we both look at some old photographs together they are all of me when I
was much younger as a baby and a toddler, I feel strange looking at these pictures with my Mum, there
is a strong and strange atmosphere between the two of us that is difficult to put into words.
I look down and see a cage with two tortoises inside they have been neglected since the last time we
visited, they are both covered in thick mud so I decide to give them a wash, tidy their house and give
them some food.
My Mum speaks and tells me that tortoises like to eat lemons, (a part of me thinks that this surely can’t
be right and that no such creature would benefit from eating such an acidic fruit?). Regardless of my
doubts which lie under the surface I look for a lemon and happen to find one in a cardboard box full of
The lemon is very squishy and not at all firm it too has been left her for so long that it has gone off, my
Mum gesticulates for the lemon so I pass it to her. She takes the sour fruit and twists the soft top off it
as if it were a lid, she can see that the fruit is bad and seems to reflect that it won’t be good for the
tortoises after all.
She then asks me for a banana, I assume it’s for the tortoises to eat but I also get the feeling that she
wants to insert the banana into the open lemon for some reason (something about this act strikes me
as being sexual).
A man then comes into the property with a clipboard under his arm he doesn’t knock and seems to
have the right to do this. He looks like some kind of housing agent coming to check up on the property,
its condition and how it is being looked after. I feel embarrassed and ashamed by the mess and
apologize to the man, surprisingly he tells me not to worry with a gentle smile “It’s not that bad”.
*The part of the dream where I saw the dragonflies was really quite funny as last night whilst I was
lying in bed I was reading a dream dictionary the last definition that I glanced at was for “dragonfly”, it
was pretty random too as I hadn’t looked for that symbol expressly.
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It is daytime and I find myself alone upstairs in my current home, I have been having a tidy up and a
bit of a clean of the entire house.
The last room I come to is a bathroom (that is currently undergoing a complete renovation). I am knelt
down next to a new toilet (there is no toilet in this room at the moment) and I’m cleaning it with a
sponge and water with the intention of using it afterwards.
The toilet has a strange clear hardened glue like substance dripped or poured over it, which is very
difficult to remove. The glue resembles clear epoxy resin or even caramelised sugar that has hardened.
It would seem to me that the hardened glue was some kind product used in the packing process in the
factory that got spilt by accident.
Just then I can hear footsteps and muffled female voices coming up the stairs from the direction behind
me. Knowing that I am alone in the house I become a little concerned and even a little afraid for a
moment as it catches me unawares.
I get up and call out to the visitors “Hello?” in an inquisitive kind of way, a woman roughly my age
pokes her head around the corner, The lady has light coloured hair and the most incredibly deep
beautiful sapphire blue eyes. The colour of her eyes is hypnotic they are just like jewels, there is
something mysterious and very deep in them almost as if there were other worlds hidden behind them.
I manage to avert my gaze for a moment to see another woman step out from behind her, this second
women is older but shares the same mesmerizing beautiful eyes. The two women would seem to be
related somehow perhaps mother and daughter or even friends.
I wonder who the two women are and as if reading my thoughts they both reply with a smile “Don’t you
remember that we made an appointment earlier?” I reply “Ah! Yes” as I do seem to remember
something about making an appointment to meet someone.
They both want to go downstairs in order to show me something so I lead the way and escort them
down to the ground floor. The staircase is a little unusual as it is very large and made from wood, it is
split into two paths, one to the left and one to the right, which curve inward and rejoin at a small
landing in-between the upper and ground floor before continuing on downstairs via one single stairwell,
something about the special staircase makes me think of a heart shape.
I take the right hand side staircase and on my way down I remove a plank of wood resembling a shelf
with a nail in it out of the way and to one side, so that the women following behind me don’t catch
themselves on it as they follow me down the stairs.
We go into an unfamiliar front room at first glance it would appear to be my lounge or sitting room but
there is also something about the room that resembles a small little old shop what with the large
windows at the front of the room and the almost corner shop like front door.
The older woman seems to take a back seat with proceedings and the young lady comes to the fore to
speak. She has placed a selection of stationary or office items arranged out on a table, they are the
sorts of things used for administration.
I see a very large brown and beige paper punch the kind used for making holes in documents in order
to file them. I also see a long thin computer printer it looks kind as though it has been built for
economy, paper is fed in through a slot one side and comes out the other. The lady demonstrates to
me how it works, I find it a very practical, clever and high-tech design and economical too, the third
item is a small chunky black ink cartridge, which is used with the printer I assume.
I gather that the lady has displayed these items with the intention of selling some of them to me at a
bargain price. I peruse the items touching them and looking at them closely, I decide to call my wife in
so that she can see the special items too, I am considering buying the paper punch. She is outside so I
go out to give her a call, I can see that she is stood next to a very tall solid stone or flint archway
something similar to what would be seen on the battlements of a castle.
She is stood talking with somebody possibly her brother, I call out to her to come and have a look at
the special items that are being offered. She declines the invitation, which frustrates me, I call out to
her again telling her that will only take 5 seconds. After a few moments she pulls herself away crossly
and comes over to the door, she comes in and silently looks at the objects, she doesn’t seem too
interested and doesn’t say anything.
Just then I see another display of items low to the ground hanging from the table almost as if they were
being displayed on a wall, I crouch down to take a look. I’m surprised to see lots of pens arranged on
the display, most are Biro style pens but what makes these ones special is that they have a light fixed
into one end, when one writes with the pen the light instantly comes on.
I’m enamoured by the design and simply must have one even calling out to the ladies saying so
explaining that it will be perfect for writing down my dreams in the dark at night time, I look at the
ticket and note that the price is reasonable too.
I pause a moment and wonder if it is the two ladies that are in fact selling the pens or if they belong to
me and I left them here and forgot about them. I examine the price labels and note that they are the
same as those on the paper punch, printer and ink cartridge so it seems that the two ladies must also
be selling them as well I assume.
I take a moment from looking at all of the office stationary wares and have a chat with the younger
lady. We speak vaguely and after a few moments she takes out a photograph to show me.
The photo would appear to have been taken at a wedding party in a large hall that she went to at some
point. The photograph is a little dark or dim it looks a little like a black and white photograph but does
have hints of colour. Near the front right of the photograph I see a youngish man with a slightly long
muscular face and a head of wavy light brown or blond hair eating something, his left cheek is quite full
of food and bulges a little as he is caught in freeze frame.
In the background of the photograph coming out of the darkness is the face and arms of a pretty
woman she would appear to be the younger woman I am chatting with now. She has a pleasant smile,
which is a little supernatural somehow. The scene gives me the shivers a little as it looks a little spooky.
I continue to look at the photograph a little longer and in particular the young ghostly woman, although
the picture is still it would seem to be alive somehow.
I occasionally note that the lady in the photograph makes tiny little movements of the face, they are
almost unnoticeable but add to the eeriness of the picture.
This dream was very lucid from start to finish I woke up immediately afterwards (early morning) in
order to write it up. I went back to bed afterward and had some more dreams (I’ll write these ones up
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It is very late in the evening and close to midnight. I find myself at work sat in a small row of chairs in
front of a slide projector screen. My manager is giving a very boring talk.
I am aware that today is the final day of the year. Co-workers are sauntering about the office being
idle and not working. The atmosphere is extremely negative and depressing from my point of view but
everyone else is very cheerful with the New Years Eve atmosphere.
Suddenly one of the evening cleaning ladies comes over to me and grabs me by my right hand, she
tells me that she wants to show me something. The woman yanks me up from seat with great strength.
I stumble as I try to keep up with her, the scene is reminiscent of a mother dragging a child firmly
As she leads me past the canteen I see a small bowl of chocolate truffle balls sitting on a table, I am
tempted to take one but I resist. As I pass the doorway that leads into the eating area I see my wallet
resting on an ironing board, I realise that I must have mislaid it.
I am concerned that somebody may have interfered with my wallet so I pause to open it up and make
sure nothing is missing, I feel relieved to see that everything is in order.
Still squeezing my hand tightly I am tugged firmly out through the entrance door and into the lobby. We
are both stood near to the men’s toilets. It seems like an appropriate place to pause but I don’t enter to
use the lavatory.
The cleaning lady tells me that she wants to show me her holiday photographs. As we speak I see the
pictures in my minds eye, they are reminiscent of a holiday I had in the past.
Suddenly my arm is being jerked firmly again this time I am being led back through the same door I
just came out from. At first I think it’s the cleaning lady pulling me but I realise that it is actually my
boss who is pulling me.
As he drags me back into the office a tall female colleague passes us she has finished work for the day
and is leaving. My boss and the woman exchange a festive pleasantry and say goodbye in their own
I feel slightly frustrated that I don’t understand what was said and this in turn makes me feel jealous of
their relationship or friendship.
My boss leads me back to the row of chairs were I was sitting earlier and we appear to pick up from
where we left off. I am made aware that the company is letting people leave one hour early due to it
being New Years Eve, I see some people already beginning to pack up for the day.
I sit there feeling extremely dejected. I suddenly become very ill, I take a handkerchief and blow my
nose and a lot of blood comes out*.
The time is three minutes past four in the afternoon but it still feels like midnight and is dark outside. I
feel that I must leave immediately.
My boss does not allow me to leave early though, which angers and frustrates me. A female work
colleague sat to my left sees that I am very unwell. She insists firmly with the manager that I must
leave without delay.
She soon manages to convince him and he agrees to let me leave early.
*My day today seemed to turn into a bit of an episode of the Twilight Zone, when I arrived at work this
morning one of the managers (not the one in my dream) was having a very bad nosebleed. Quite a
coincidence I thought as it made my dream pop straight back into my awareness. As I was leaving the
building at the end of the day the last person I spoke to was the cleaning lady from my dream, not so
significant I guess but the encounter left me with a very peculiar feeling that seemed to mirror my