Dream

I had a strange dream within a dream last night a la Inception.

Myself, Tasha, Arthur and some others (unsure which) were in a typical flat on the stairs. John Younge was there, eager to go on a rambunctious night out but we were telling him to pace himself.

Someone (like but not exactly Robin) was saying let him do he wants to do. We clashed so much I got in a fight with him, I remember getting a good kicking.

Then I was on my way through a city and was accosted by 2 hard men with knives. I think they were cohorts of himself above. I kept fighting them off, even disarming them but they kept producing more knives. I managed to reverse their attacks on me and injured them quite severely but they didn't seem fazed.

They started to query me, did I believe they were real and I was in the city. They said they were actually two salesmen that had come to my door, my defence had killed them and that I was unconscious in my flat wallowing in my own drunken mess.

I awoke in this flat as they had described, dishevelled and ruined (and looking a bit like Bill Bailey, sorry Bill). But a voice/conscience called "Neil" told me to get up and get out. Even when I tried to slouch back down again, the voice pushed me on. I scrambled around the flat as the police were coming. On the way out I glanced over and saw the two dead men and just as I reached the door I woke up.

Weird huh?

I always have very “cinematic” dreams and it’s rare that they feature people I know (or that I recall) but this is the second featuring Mr. Younge.

Had a very odd dream this morning. lady_bastet & I were over in the UK & went to visit someone who worked in a hairdressers (don't actually know anyone who works in a hairdressers).

Anyway, some girl started giving me grief saying "We don't allow your sort in here. Ya know, long coats & all in black. You're all just trenchcoat mafia losers" (or something like that.)

So I tried to explain I was 27, had a good job & showed her my phone & camera to illustrate my "expensive tastes". She gave me more lip, getting very aggressive, so I gave her a slap. Off she walked into the place.

Few minutes later a bloke came out saying I couldn't leave & the police were on the way. He said the girl had been hit severely. I tried to explain but he just said not to bother explaining & "I would be kicked out of the country for it".

The police arrived & they said to do as I was told or I'd make things worse. This is where things got even weirder, they started to give me a truth serum to find out what I did or didn't do.

Then I woke up, thank goodness. I used to have typical nightmares when I was younger, then I started to enjoy them (!), then I just started forgetting my dreams.