27.2.11

No dreams between the last entry and this one, and I've been to-ing and fro-ing between home and uni so I've not had time to replace them!

(I know it's the 28th now but it's one in the morning, so I haven't had today's dream yet!)

I dreamt that I watched an advert for this robot sort of thing that you could download any personality onto. On the advert, it was demonstrated with someone who chose to have Rik Mayall and pretend he was their Dad.

24.2.11

I dreamt that at uni one of my tutors was called Mr. Schuester. He wasn't the same Mr Schuester from Glee, apprently, but he looked and acted exactly like him so it basically was. Plus my entire lecture group was made of the Glee cast - I sat with Rachel.

He was trying to come up with a way to show us all that he really did care about how his students did, and wasn't just teaching us for the money, so someone suggested he infect us all with cold germs and look after us when we got ill.

23.2.11

I forgot, sorry!

Take this one from the third of September, 2010:

I dreamt I had a pet wasp that kept making annoying noises. Dad kept threatening to kill it but it turned out the noise wasn't my pet wasp at all... in real life, there were strange sounds coming from outside.

22.2.11

I dreamt I went to Primark to find a particular black-and-white striped scarf. This isn't very interesting, I know, but it followed a conversation I had with an online friend about Colin Grigson's leggings.

(Colin Grigson: http://www.ukrockfestivals.com/don-86-bnews-Colin-nigelg.jpg)

How I adore him!

21.2.11

I dreamt I was getting married ... to my Dad? In the dream, though, marriage could happen between anyone, even close blood relations, because it didn't really mean the same things as it does in real life. On the day, though, I was getting nervous. Was I doing the right thing? Should I not wait until I met someone more my age to marry 'properly'? I was in a shop getting my dress which was a lot like my Y12 prom dress, and the woman who sold it to me started doing my make-up really gothic. I then decided not to get married, so I called it off. We had to ring all the people we'd invited.

There was also a part with a big woolly white dog that jumped up at me. It was cute and friendly but it licked my face which apparently meant I had to have a jab from the dog's owner.

20.2.11

I dreamt I was playing some sort of Tomb Raider-esque game, but I was in it myself, with my friends Beth and Ruth. You had to light three different candles to open a door to get out of this underground cave which had a lake in it. This lake made it difficult to do the task at hand, and when I'd finally lit the last candle one of the others went out and I got so angry that I gave up.

I'm not sure how we left the cave after that, but we did.

When I got back to my uni house, one of my housemate's friends came over and invited me to a party someone was having in another one of the houses. I don't think I got to go in the end. Charlotte and Amy came to visit me and we got talking about this party I'd apparently recently had. Sarah B'stard from The New Statesman was there too, for some reason. She was annoying me so I said loudly "At least YOU didn't do the the catering for my party!" And I remembered that she had, and she'd poisoned the sandwiches which I'd purposefully avoided. Charlotte and Amy had had some too, but they'd just been ill. They did a dance to demonstrate this.

My Nana also came to visit me at uni, and I had loads of bananas and cups of soup all over the room.

19.2.11

I dreamt that I saw Cee Lo Green on TV and his teeth looked weirder and longer and whiter than ever.

I'm pretty sure there was more than this, so I'll update as I remember. If I do!

Remembered some more:

I went to the dentist, and my dentist told me my teeth were perfect and I wouldn't need any work doing to them, ever!

18.2.11

I know I'm writing this a day after, but I couldn't remember the dream in the morning and then I had a busy day coming home from uni, and then I still couldn't remember the dream. Well - I can remember one detail. Guess what that was? Rik Mayall. He was in it. Briefly.

So at times like this, I'll dip into one of my past dream diaries and pick an old dream to amuse you all. Since I've left all my past diaries except the one I'm currently writing in at uni, it'll have to be fairly recent. Sooo...

Here's the first thing I ever dreamt at university, 19.9.11.

I dreamt that I was out somewhere with my Nana Jean but I had to go back somewhere else and pick something up. This place sort of turned into home. I was in my room and I could see The Damned rehearsing in my next-door neighbours' front garden. Dave Vanian walked into our garden so I went out to see him. We'd apparently met a couple of times before so we were sort of friends. He knew I was going to uni so he'd bought me a first aid kit, which he thought would be useful, and gave me the contact details for match.com which was more symbolic than anything, because he knew I was in love with him and having a hard time getting over it. He didn't mind though, because I knew and accepted that he was happily married. He asked for my mobile number and gave me his own so we could keep in contact, and arrange to meet up and hang out sometimes. He kept hugging me and kissing me on the top of my head and he was all nice like he was at Newcastle.

At some point in all this, I sadly woke up. When I realised what had gone on I actually said "You're joking?" out loud. Gutted that it was a dream!

17.2.11

This dream was sort of all over the place and a bit confusing.

I was going to see David Bowie at a venue inside uni with my friends Becky, Beth and Laura. When we arrived there, though, I realised I'd left my ticket all the way back home, under my alarm clock, so I had to get the train home and back to uni just to grab it.

There was a lot of random kerfuffle that I can't seem to get into the right order in my head. The part I remember most was in town, we were sitting on a motionless bus which was parked in front of another one. I looked out of the window to see Rik Mayall set fire to the bus behind us (presumably he was feeling pretty anarchic, and he did look a lot like Rick from The Young Ones). I screamed to the bus driver that we had to get off before the other bus exploded but she wouldn't believe me so I got off the bus myself in time to see the other one explode.

After that, I went to Auntie Helen's house and my great-Auntie Evelyn was saying how dangerous it was to "dance into the fire" (A View to a Kill - Duran Duran) and that no one should ever do it. Then Planet Earth came on and Auntie Helen looked shocked that I knew all the words!

16.2.11

I dreamt Rik Mayall came into uni and I was really desperate to at least go and say hi to him, but he was with this woman who was supposed to be his girlfriend in the dream (in real life he's married), so I greatly resented her and didn't dare approach them. When I went into uni, I met my friends from home for some reason and showed them my Cyanide and Happiness book Ice Cream and Sadness, because it had a comic about Drop Dead Fred in it.

As if having to avoid him wasn't bad enough, I'd lost the disc from my Blackadder box set which had Blackadder II on it. I was dying to watch Bells but I couldn't. While I looked everywhere for it, Courtney, Rayanne and Charlton (Dad's girlfriend's triplets) came round for a sleepover and Dad kept making us watch other DVDs in my room while I searched. I found a comedy series I'd forgotten I had, which I'd bought because it had Bruce Dickinson in it, but it also had the guy who plays the "Think don't drive your car on the pavement!" guy in The Young Ones and the policeman in Bottom. I continued my search to a DVD shop, where they were selling DVDs of Bottom adverts for 1p each.

15.2.11

I dreamt I got up to go into uni in the late afternoon. I didn't have a lecture or anything like that, I was just going in to do The Pleasuredome (a radio show I have with my friend Emma) but I didn't want to do even that: it was really dark (and had never been light all day) and windy and a bit rainy. It was also really cold - the weather didn't match mid-February so it was very freaky. It put me in mind of the apocalypse for some reason. From my window I could see searchlights coming from the Galpharm Stadium. They, at least, were pretty and multi-coloured.

Eventually I decided I'd go. I went to see my friend Beth first though, who apparently went to Huddersfield too instead of Oxford.

14.2.11

I dreamt I was at some sort of weird, dark, indoor festival thing set in an old train station. Me and my sister Amy had to go downstairs to go to the toilets, which were in an even darker, weirder place which resembled an abandoned Tube station, a bit like the Aldwych level on Tomb Raider 3.

13.2.11

I dreamt that Simon Le Bon was dead, and had been for a while, which confused me: who, therefore, sang for Duran Duran - and who kept posting on his Twitter? I was talking about it with my sister and one of my friends from college came along who I haven't spoken to since Leeds festival. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he walked away.

I also remembered that one of the Taylors had been in The Exorcist, at the part where they're actually doing the exorcism. I asked my friend Shandi (from deviantART and Facebook), who was there with me, if it was John, but she said it was Andy.

12.2.11

I dreamt another Harry Potter book came out. No one made a real fuss over it though, for some reason. It was meant to be the seventh and final book, but then I remembered that Deathly Hallows had had an epilogue to finish it off so I counted the books and, of course, this new one was the eighth. It was really freaky. I didn't get the plot but towards the end Ginny died. (This was what triggered the realisation about the number of books, the epilogue, etc.) I had to go to bed after I read that part so I assumed Harry would use a Time Turner or something to save her: but when I went to read the rest of the book it was all stuff J.K. Rowling had written about her life, and quotes that had inspired her. There were even some photos on shiny pages, and one of them had me in it, wearing my shiny blue jumpsuit.

There was another freaky bit where a hospital was using peoples' houses for spare beds. Our house looked like a wartime hospital, and loads of people died there. We had to check the bodies when we got up every day.

Then, me and my sister Amy were walking past the BBC 6Music studios and we saw Bruce Dickinson and Rik Mayall outside. I talked briefly to Bruce but I swear sometime he turned into a really strange Matt Lucas in a creepy Little Britain costume (it wasn't a character that actually exists in any of the series) so I concentrated on Rik. Amy took some pictures of us together posing as macho-men but Rik got bored and started messing about. I spent ages with him, generally being stupid and having a laugh - he even got into Drop Dead Fred costume at one point! I swear he must've been quite a few years younger than he actually is in real life, too. When I had to leave he was noticeably upset, saying he'd never related so much to a fan before and he'd had a great time with me. He hugged me for ages and kept kissing me. Dad and Amy were laughing at me but I didn't care because this was RIK MAYALL for God's sake.

When I woke up, I actually said "Oh, no..." out loud as I realised none of it had really happened!

Introduction

I had the idea today that I should write a blog of my dreams. I've kept a dream diary since I was about ten, initially on and off but very regularly for the last three years, and some are just pure gold.

If I remember about this and take the time to update every day, I reckon it could be good. If not, well ... we'll see!