Last night I had yet another strange dream which I thought I would share with you but I am aware the men in white coats may come after me if they read it!
“I was at a party with some people from church. The party was at someones house who I only vaguely know. Anyway me and some others had to go, dont know why, but we had to climb on this metal seat - a bit like a fairground ride seat. There were gates at each end of it, one of which we closed. As we were journeying to see why red bull was called red bull we were surrounded by real life, wild, white bulls, one of which climbed onto the fairground type seat. I panicked and quickly shut the gate after the bull got off. We did discover how the white bulls produced the red bull drink but that obviously wasn’t important as I cant recall how it was done.
On the way back to the party we travelled back in style, in a fire engine of course with me driving. I hadn’t learned how to reverse in it yet so hoped I didn’t meet anything coming the other way down the farm track back to the house where the party was being held. And guess what, we did! First of all was a police car with flashing lights. There was a car behind it which needed to stay close to the police car. As it happened the 2 cars managed to squeeze past only for me to the meet a bright pink limousine. After we had sorted out that little problem - I don’t know how – we drove past the church where all my little Brownies were coming out. They were so excited to see Tawny Owl driving a fire engine!
When we finally did get back to the party, which had grown in size from 5 people round a kitchen table, to a room full sat round a huge table and also mainly children, we started discussing who of the group was able to swim when we got to the swimming baths. There was one girl who wasn’t allowed to swim for some unknown reason. Before we went we all had pudding. The choice was apple crumble or plum crumble and also many others but I think that stuck in my mind as apple crumble and custard is one of my favourites.”
Well I am now perplexed as to whether we all went swimming or not, how red bull became red bull when it supposedly came from white bulls, how or when I learnt to drive a fire engine, where I found a fire engine, where the limousine was going, the reason for the party and of course what on earth does all this mean?
I find it amazing that you can remember your dream in such detail. Whenever I have a dream, which is very rarely, I can only remember small bits of it. I am not convinced that dreams have a meaning but I am quite baffled at where the brain finds the ideas for a dream. I could understand it if the dream was made up of bits of things which had passed through you mind at some point but often dreams seem to be quite bizarre, like this one. Having said all that, my mother once had a dream, many years ago that an elephant was running wild in Preston. A couple of days later it was on the news that an elephant, presumably from a circus, had been in a railway truck in Preston station and had gone wild and broken out of the truck.
I have to say most my dreams are bizarre but this one slightly more than usual. I do think that if my dreams were psychoanalyzed then I really would be sectioned. Some aren’t very pleasant.
Don’t try too hard to work out what my brain must be like to dream like this as it could do you some damage!