The dream with the citrine quartz

I am dreaming something miserable. I am walking alone, bereft, depressed in a grey world. I board a bus, it is going towards London. I see a snowflake from the window and as the bus turns a corner, glassy bright Christmas market lights. It is late but I alight and head to Fenwicks before it…

The dream with the uni papers

For the second night in a row I dream about being at university. I have been heard loudly expressing my desires to gain a PhD or MPhil and download the digital prospectus from Goldsmiths University. My desires are not without their concerns. On Sunday, I dream that I am trapped in a labyrinth of dark,…

The affair dream revisited

I go back to amend the affair dream and wake up with a cracking headache at 06.20. I watch the wife following the nanny around with her friend, the local kids shouting at her and the husband going for a ‘run’ whilst she walks in the park. It’s not her fault. The teenager gets a…

The dream with the affair before dinner

It’s 04:24, I’m blogging each time I wake to tell you my tiresome dreams. Here’s tonight’s second instalment: I’m a nanny. I’m looking after a teenage girl and a little boy. The Dad likes me. I’m not sure if we’ve started or well into an affair but we brush past each other and make weird…

The dream with the horrible foot soldiers

I’m not sure I can go back to sleep. Having spent the last couple of hours asleep and dreaming I am battling evil super soldiers who do not get hurt. I’m done. I can feel them, their robotic hands around my neck, the blackness of everything. I’m terrified. It was almost futuristic, the horrible dreams…

The dreams with the horrible pie-making contest

Warning: Contains horrible nightmarish scenes and lots of confused ramblings Every night for weeks it’s been bad dream after bad dream and when I say bad dream, I mean dreams, plural. My broken sleep pattern still enables me to have multiple dreams each night. They are the absolute WORST dreams I have experienced in years.…

The dreams in the horrible lost city

I hate this place. Over the years I’ve been brought here several times and it’s eerie silence scares me. On reflection it’s simply a derelict city full of giant buildings and marble carved statues. Once I walked along a white marble road. I was high up and could only see the skyline; sand to the…

The dream with the wrong shoes

I’m on the monorail slowly heading around the London skyline. I’m dressed up and with my lover, his best friend and his girlfriend. We are smiley and happy as we look out at the setting sun. It is warm outside. I’m in a very fancy, very expensive designer dress and I’m cautious of not scuffing…

Lots of frustrating dreams

I became instantly depressed after an emergency biopsy on Thursday, my fourth one in almost ten years. I feel lost, alone, unheard, pathetic, disregarded; broken. Bed-bound I sleep and sleep and sleep. Morpheus visits me. I cannot make sense of the drug-addled riddles until this morning . I dream I am travelling by boat, no,…