I can imagine. I wasn't too keen after a 48hr labour and then going to the operating theatre. They seem to get better at knowing when there will be a problem all the time.

I whacked myself hard on the shoulder last night while asleep, trying to stop someone stealing my handbag.

oh my goodness Nina....so glad I don't share a bed with you :o

A straight jacket may be in order.

A straight jacket may be in order.

 

 

LOL, you may well be right there. :w00t:

I'll try and find one - just for you

It's not fair. I never dream or if I do, I can't remember any.

I rarely dream. Maybe the fact tha he was doing 'Gone With The Wind' and putting the album on hold, was the reason I couldn't hear what he was singing.

I dream....but not quite like Nina

I don't think anyone dreams like Nina.

Maybe she should write them down and convert them into short stories.

I do write some of them down. Here is one:

 

I am standing by the side of the road when a sleek black car, with tinted windows, pulls up. The rear passenger door slides open. Curious, I peer inside. The driver is a well-known wealthy businessman with a reputation for ruthlessness. He smiles coldly at me, flashing a row of perfect white teeth.

 

“Get in,” he orders. I glance at the back seat, hesitating for a moment. Then I notice a baby crocodile, not much bigger than a daddy longlegs, scampering along the black, leather neck rest. Reluctant, I look at the passenger sitting behind the driver. He is urging me to get in. I turn back to the businessman, ready to say “no thank you, I’d rather walk,” when I catch sight of a second, larger crocodile being held and petted by him. The words freeze in my mouth. I gulp, trying to suppress my fear as I look at the menacing, green, scaly creature. Its eyes are fixed hungrily on my face, huge jaws wide open, exposing a set of vicious, sharply honed teeth; pink tongue moving from side to side, salivating.

 

Terrified, shaking, I spin round and start running. Desperate to distance the car, I head down the first side road - heart thumping in my chest, a stitch in my side, I force myself to keep running. Looking back I can see the black car closing. I can’t outrun it! I race down a narrow alley, grateful the car is too wide to follow. Panting heavily, I struggle to keep going, not daring to rest. I take different paths, arriving at the docks: a dead end. I sense the car not far away. Panicking, I take a right turn down another alley, running parallel to the sea. Glancing down, I notice pot-holes up the centre of the road. Crouched in each hole is a small, sleepy crocodile. I slide past each as quietly and quickly as possible. Hugging the side wall, I hope not to disturb the creatures, not daring to take my eyes off them. They snap at my heels as I pass - but stay in their holes.

 

 

I am relieved to have come through unharmed - though I seem to be in a dead end. Exhausted, tears of frustration streaming down my face, I stand there, bent forward, hands on thighs, trying to get my breath back. I daren’t go back but what can I do? Then I realise that I’m at the back of a vaguely familiar pub. I remember the heavy black door. I race over to it, pulling at the handle. It is unlocked and opens easily. I slip inside, trying to look as calm and casual as possible and walk through to the bar. Perhaps I can hide here for a while, till it is safe to go back outside? Maybe the car will give up and leave me alone? I look around for a seat in a secluded corner to huddle into when the door opens. Cold air rushes into the room. I shiver as the driver and his companion walk through the door, heading towards me. There is nowhere to run.

 

:o ....so what happened next...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...don't tell me you woke up :rolleyes:

 

They kill her..... or I woke up. Take your pick.

glad to hear I am not alone in the being chased by a murderous stranger..LOL in my dreams that is

I have to say in my dreams cars never go properly, or have no engines especially if I need to get somewhere fast

 

I drempt they were trying to concrete over a vast river last night, I was at the side of it and it was like being in Wind In The Willows, it was just so beautiful and sunny and peaceful and I could see for miles up this river over countryside and peace and they were trying to make way for a motorway to go up north, I was distraught, and was trying to make the case for the animals which would be stranded either side, and have nowhere to get water etc, I have never cried so much in a dream before, there was I with a plackard in front and people I knew were telling me it was so important they could get up north quicker, and the needed the jobs etc and this fox was trying to get to the river behind me, but was trapped the other side of the encrouching motorway works and risking getting run over every time it tried to run towards the countryside behind me!

I think the sight of that poor deer crushed on the road near by I went past Friday must have influenced that dream, as it was obvioiusly trying to get from one side of the woods to the other and the road had divided it. I even asked hubby if I was screaming in the night as I was sreaming at people so loudly I was sure I must have been doing it for real

I'm glad the few dreams I have behave. I can reason them out while I'm dreaming as well. I like spiders and am not a bit scared by them but, as a child they sent me into hysterics and twice I had to be taken ino hospitl as I couldn't be stopped. A while ago I had a dream where I opened a door and all these spiders dropped on me, thousands of them. They were covering my mouth and nose. I wa terrified, then, I thought, this is daft, must be something left over from my childhood, started looking at them and they weren't right , so I just shook myself down and walked out. The though that echoes through the end of the dream was, probably something my brother arranged.

:o I'd rather have Nina's dreams than yours :unsure:

Yuk, Meg, that sounds horrible. I'd hate to be covered by spiders in my dreams. Scary. I tend to be attacked by big dogs, crocodiles, panthers. I dream of cars too that crash because the brakes don't work. Crying in dreams is awful as well PIP, often happens when I discover I'm pregnant. Great story though - the urbanisation of the countryside. Man's destruction of nature.

 

It's strange how you can be screaming or crying and you think it's really loud and everyone can hear, yet it is all in your head.

 

Last night I had the weirdest hang-nail on my thumb. It was the length of my whole thumb, thick and fleshy and double the width of my thumb. I was trying to rip it away but it hurt too much.

I'll come round with a hammer, Nina. You'll find you have less dreams that way.

 

Fancy geing a travel card and seeing if we can find a 'Gone With The Wind' poster?

Fascinating. Don't want to be you, as they say!