27.5.12

I dreamt I took my family to the Forbidden Corner. All of us except Charlotte have been there before, but I decided I'd take the lead and sort of tour them around the place. It's not something you can really run through once, in order or anything like that, but that's what I did. As a result we'd missed a lot of the place out when we got to the end, and Amy got angry with me. It was quite different to the actual Forbidden Corner, but there was a bit decorated like an old mansion type thing, sort of like the stairs out of the main chamber in real life.

Then, it was evening and I was walking around Sainsbury's car park in my town with Jason Mewes, who I think I was friends with. We were talking and having a nice time, anyway. I decided it was about time I told him how I felt about him, so I said I really liked him. He asked me why I hadn't mentioned this before, and I said it was because he was married (which he is, in real life). He told me he wasn't. I don't know if this was implying that he liked me, but in the dream I definitely saw no scope for a relationship, and he didn't pursue this idea, so I sighed and put my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and we carried on walking.

26.5.12

I'm so bad at keeping up with this once I've had a period away.

I dreamt I was in Guns N' Roses. That was pretty much it - I was having a really rough, overheated night's sleep so I was sort of delirious. I kept thinking I had loads to do in the band all night long, even when I was awake.

2.5.12

I dreamt I went to a shopping complex to look for a red beret for the Damned gig tomorrow night. I found a big rack of £1 berets in Primark that were all different colours - there were two shades of red. I chose the darker one and tried it on, and it looked good. My friend Olivia and Captain Sensible were there with me somehow and they approved!

1.5.12

Sorry - when I'm off uni I don't tend to go online as much, and so it knocks me off schedule a bit even when I do come back! I haven't had many dreams recently, either. Work sort of kills them.

Here's one, though.

I dreamt I was in some place that was like a cross between a shop and somewhere that might be used by Brownies or some other group like that. Among the other people there was this bloke from uni that I don't like (I sometimes refer to him as 'Alan Partridge' because he has similar social skills). I went to a corner to pick something up and he was sick when my back was turned. I felt some of it splash onto my back and I freaked out.

(Note: I'm deathly afraid of vomit!)