I'm sitting at work, during lunchtime and I
really want a *%$@^ cigarette. But I'm not going to have one. Anyway, yesterday I said I'd give a run-down of my dreams, so here goes:
On Sunday nite I dreamt (<-- is that how you spell it?) that I was at a remote building. There were a few people there too. Someone turned up and locked us in. They slid these massive steel doors (like 'blast doors' or something) closed and we were traped. I went looking for an exit, but there were guard dogs chasing me. I'm pretty sure I found my way out eventually, but I remember running and being scared a lot. Afterwards (or was it before? The 'dream'
was two days ago) I was out in a field, swingning a rope with something on the end (a chair I think). I swung it faster and faster, and then let go. It was then I realised there were people at the bottom of the hill (I was in a field/on a hill, you know how dreams are). I saw a lady with a pram, and instantly knew what was going to happen.
For what seemed like a long time I waited, then a thing looking like a small plane (like about 4-5 feet) came hurtling strait down and crashed just next to the pram. The mother screamed, I crouched down with my hands covering my head; I think I was mumbling something.
Turns out it missed the child, but It was a close run thing. On the next nite I remembered another dream, this one was a bit more friendly. I'll write it up in the next day or two (I'd better get back to work, lol). If anyone can explain what I have just given away about my inner psyche, let me know.
I am still not smoking, and it is killing me, but it will kill me if i start again, so I'm pretty much scr*wed. Oh yeah, and happy valentine's day everyone (bah, humbug). ( , y , )