The week of dreams

Every day this week, or more correctly every morning this week, I have had trouble getting up to get ready for work. Not because the mornings are dark, bleak and particularly cold, or because it was work I had to get up for, but because I found myself desperately trying to get myself back into the dream-state so I could catch up to my latest dream to work out exactly what was going on.

I have many, many memorable dreams. I love dreaming. My favourites are the dreams where I am inside (or outside, for that matter) my large dream home, and the dreams where I fly.

No dream of home this week, but my week started with one of my fabulous flying dreams.

This time, however, I flew without effort. I pulled my shoulders back, and lifted myself off the ground, and basically hovered. I could propel myself in any direction by thinking of the place where I wanted to be, and I would glide there. No energy involved, apart from the movement.

At one point of this dream, I was flying around a work colleague from one of my previous jobs, although she would not believe that I could fly. The fact that I was flying around her, should have been proof enough, but she couldn’t accept it. I had to lift her up into the air, and fly with her for her to see that I could actually do it.

Even though I was doing what I could do, and she could see me doing it, she still didn’t believe me that I could fly until I physically showed her that I could. Very strange. Maybe this is a message advising that others don’t have faith in my abilities, or maybe I need to do a little bit more to actually show the world what I can do.

Some messages are a little more clear to see, I feel, in some of my dreams than others. The following dreams were the reasons why I tried to gain more clarity.

I’m not entirely sure that the people who appear in my dreams have any relevance to their physical and real counterparts, so the people could really be anyone and it wouldn’t make any difference to the actual meaning of the dream, if a meaning exists. But these dreams featured British TV personalities in ways never before seen. Ever.

Take Mary Portas for example. Mary was recently on TV over the New Year period, so this could be why she featured in one of my dreams. For those who have never heard of Mary, she is a retail marketing consultant, and last year she was appointed by the Prime Minister to look into the state of the British High Street, which seems to have somewhat gone into decline of late.

However, my dream was not of the British High Street. No. Neither was it of retail marketing, or anything to do with the Prime Minister. Nothing so mundane. Mary was helping me to get a giraffe into a mini without hurting its neck. Like I say, I have a lot of random dreams, but this one must be somewhere in the top ten for randomness (up to now), and like I said, anybody else featured in the dream would not make any difference to its actual meaning, if one was there.

My other two dreams featured characters from the long running UK soap opera, Coronation Street. I haven’t watched Corrie for many months now, in fact I think the last time I watched it was when the tram crashed off the viaduct last year. I digress.

The first dream appeared to be ‘set’ in a nightclub, but it was actually a TV show. I was watching this, as though I was watching TV, and this was my only involvement in the dream, so I was the observer. A balcony ran all around the top of the room (which was quite large, similar to the size of one of the rooms in my dream house – which I have just realised…). On the balcony were several tables, where people appeared to be sitting. Only the people were invisible, apart from their hair. At one table, the one where the ‘camera’ was looking out over the room, sat Bet Lynch, Vera Duckworth, and Rita from the Kabin (sorry if these names don’t mean anything to you, they are characters from the soap) – or rather their hair seemed to be hovering in mid air, with nothing beneath it. They appeared to be looking around, and moving as though they were attached to their bodies, but they were all that could be seen. And this was the case of everyone else in this room. All invisible, apart from their hair. Also, strangely, there was no sound…

And finally, I was taken to a snow covered mountain top, where a wooden cabin was at the top. Pine trees were all around, and this was a very picturesque place indeed. Again, I was only here as an observer, watching the events happen as they infolded. Jack Duckworth (who was Vera’s husband in Coronation Street) had just climbed to the top of this mountain to obtain a large barrel of rum. He had loaded it onto a sled to take it down the mountain again, and had climbed aboard the sled himself. He pushed himself off, and the next thing I remember is looking at the mountain from a ‘camera’ a little further down the hill – as though the scene was set for Jack to slide in and out of the shot on his journey downward. However, something had happened off camera, possibly the sled had hit a rock or something and Jack and the rum had been thrown off. The ‘camera’ spun round to show a scene that was most unexpected. There had been an explosion, and fires were raging all around. Jack was lying over the barrel of rum, when suddenly another figure ran into view to help Jack. It was Judy Finnegan, half of chat show husband and wife team Richard and Judy.

Where I have finished recounting the above dreams is where I woke  up. Confused. Bewildered. Baffled. And I had to go to work after all of that.

Hair seems to have had an impact on my dreams this week, which is odd as my hair is so magnificent of late it is untrue. And height has also been featured in all four dreams (flying, the giraffe, the balcony and the mountain). It’s also odd to notice that I was only present in two of the dreams, and was simply watching the other two.

Could it be that I am only seeing half of what I am meant to see? When I get the ‘full’ message that is trying to get through to me, will I soar to great heights? I hope so… I do so like prophecies of a great future!