Becky says things about …. dreams

Dearest listeners, I had a most peculiar dream the other night.

I dreamt I was wandering the corridors of my old school and came across a lady I used to know when I was a teenager. We had a little chat – an ‘Oh hi there, haven’t seen you in ages, how’s it going?’ sort of chat, all very normal – and then suddenly we were both standing in a pool of steaming water, completely naked.

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And as if that wasn’t startling enough, we then had a steamy naked hug. Not a sexy hug – this wasn’t The L Word, or anything – just a ‘Oh well, we’re in this steamy pool and we’re naked, we may as well have a hug’ hug.

And then I woke up.

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Listener, I cannot explain this dream. I haven’t seen this lady in well over a decade. Sure, she pops into my head to say hello every now and then, as most people from my past do from time to time, but why should she suddenly wander into my sleepy dreamy brain? And how did Dream Becky get from the corridor of my old school to a pool of steaming water? And – perhaps the most pressing question of all – why were we naked? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being naked as much as the next gal, but to suddenly get naked with a lady I haven’t seen for over 10 years seems a bit forward.

It wasn’t an unpleasant dream by any stretch of the imagination. The hug was a bit sweaty, but if anything it was nice to see her. I might give her a call and say hi.

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Isn’t the brain mad and wonderful? Confusing and sometimes terrifying, certainly, but what an occasionally brilliant place to be while you’re asleep! It is a rare treat when you have one of those excellent dreams that you try desperately to squeeze yourself back into when you feel yourself waking.

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Whilst wandering through a gothic cathedral in a recent dream, I stumbled across a smashingly good-looking chap in a Bond-y tuxedo, and we proceeded to do some rather compromising things behind the alter. It was, frankly, thrilling, and gloriously distasteful.

Unfortunately, just as things were getting really disgraceful we were interrupted by a man in a tall white hat, whom I can only assume was a dream pope.

And then I woke up.

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I’ve done so much more in dreams than in real life! I’ve rescued Jeremy Irons from falling out of a skyscraper window. I’ve explored a mystical underground realm with a team of Girl Guides and hidden from a foul subterranean monster (I can’t remember if I saved the Girl Guides – they may well have been eaten). I’ve been on stage with Liza Minnelli and performed a Western-style dance number before an audience of green people.

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It’s not all been exciting, though. I once dreamt I walked into my parents’ living room, stood in front of their DVD collection, selected a DVD, put it on the coffee table, then sat on the arm of the chair. I didn’t even watch the DVD. Just sat there. Waiting to wake up, I suppose.

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Then there was the time I dreamt there was no cutlery in the world, and I awoke confused and full of questions.

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Sometimes it’s taken a while for my dream to leave me. I once slid into consciousness with the phrase ‘All words are spoken upwards’ tumbling round my brain, and for a good five minutes I was convinced I’d stumbled across some profound linguistic revelation, then eventually realised that there was nothing profound about it and my head was full of nonsense.

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Then there are the bad dreams. The anxiety dreams.

The teeth dream.

O, the teeth dream.

Is there anything worse than the OH SO REAL feeling of your teeth wobbling, falling out one by one, and crumbling to dust in your mouth? Feeling the grit and the crunch, like a mouth full of gravel. The dread, the helplessness, then the absolute RELIEF when you wake and frantically feel all your teeth and realise you don’t have to call the emergency dentist.

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I suppose we just have to accept that when we’re asleep our brains do what the hell they want, and if that means ladies from our past strip off and give us steamy naked hugs, then so be it.

NB. Psychoanalysis of the abovementioned dreams is unnecessary, thank you very much. They have already been comprehensively logged in the book of Becky’s Incredibly Strange Nocturnal Brain Antics Volumes 1 – 67. 

 

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32 responses to “Becky says things about …. dreams

  1. Malcolm Dunne

    put it down to the mix of Cheese, Alcohol and a vivid imagination.

  2. Thank you, Becky. You made me laugh out loud. Really.

    That teeth dream is horrible, though, isn’t it? I have one where I’m in a massive hall looking for a toilet, and all the cubicles are either engaged or have no door. Scarily, my son seems to have inherited a version of that one.

    • Oh god I’ve had that! Am in a cubicle and there’s no door! It’s awful! Crazy mad that your son has inherited it!
      Thank you for reading and glad I’m not the only one with a strange dream brain! 🙂

  3. Don’t worry. No dream analysis from me. Wonderful story though.
    My recurring dream is attending school, but never going to classes. By the end of term, I am rather worried about the final exam.

  4. When I was pregnant with my second child I dreamt that the hospital forgot to send us home with the baby’s instruction manual and I had no idea how to feed her or when. Not as funny as your dreams, but it still amuses me.

  5. Reblogged this on raynotbradbury and commented:
    Can’t believe people see dreams like this….aaaaaa, while I’m peacefully, almost “deadly” sleeping. Hm, what is worse: to dream while sleeping or no?
    Reminded me also Dora J. Arod:
    “I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs..”

  6. Lucilla Lavender

    Well I think that drawing of you sitting on the edge of the arm chair in your parents’ living room looking at the dvd is one of my favourite images of all time.

  7. Ah Dreams, wonderful things. Like you posting again!

    I once dreamed I was Superman and I was standing on a balcony and Wife was Lois and I jumped down to rescue her and I did and she was grateful and then we…uh wait…hold on a second…

    That was not a dream, it was something different…

    my bad.

  8. I used to have a recurrent nightmare about an evil moose, but I am Canadian so take from that what you will.

  9. I love my dreams, even when horrifying. Which they usually are. I’ve died a few times, too – so that myth is busted. Also I dream in colour, for sure. And sometimes I’m not me at all, so it is like watching a movie.

  10. I love this 🙂
    I’ve always been a person who has vivid dreams and very weird ones to boot. One of the dreams I’ve had that I can NEVER forget took place when I was 21 (37 years ago). I actually dreamed that I was a man, and not just a man but a man of color. In my dream an Asian woman was leading me through an apartment and then showed me a man sleeping on a bed and a baby in a crib next to him. We went into the other room and in my dream I made love to this woman: AS A MAN!?!??!?
    It was so crazily bizarre that I told everyone at my job the next day and I’m pretty sure some of them didn’t believe me. It’s the only time I’ve ever had a dream like that. Pretty crazy.

  11. P mood

    I’m so relieved to find I’m not the only one who has the teeth dream! What is that all about?!! It started for me after have adult braces so I assumed the trauma of losing teeth and shifting others about triggered the dream. I still get it from time to time…usually when I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed by life.
    Thanks for sharing 🙂

  12. I nearly always remember my dreams, which I enjoy because they are whacky things alright. Even when they are not LOL funny, I find it entertaining to contemplate the random things that come together in them. I started to describe here the last 2 dreams I’ve had this week, since they were both so silly, but the comment became so long I chopped it out. I may have to turn it into a post on my own blog. Thanks for the laugh! (and the idea.)

  13. I think we all know the answer to why you were naked. Calling Dr. Freud.

    I dreamt that I was in the office conference room buck naked. There were people outside and all I could find was a box of post-it notes. Instead of just making a pair of post-it boxer shorts, I made an entire post-it outfit with long sleeves. Why did I bother with sleeves?

  14. Your dream about teeth reminds me of one I had. I dreamt I was eating a light bulb and when I woke up I had broken a tooth and had little shards of tooth in my mouth.

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