Steam Room Bathroom August 1, 2011
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: Amy, angry, Bathroom, Chris, Dreaming, Dreams, holiday, Kate, Scary, Shower, Sophie, Steam room, tom
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There was a load of us on holidays together; me, Chris, Sophie, Amy, Kate, Tom and some other guy Chris and Tom were both friends with. I was staying in one room with the girls though and the guys had their own room together too. The rooms were very basic; there was just enough space for all the beds and one small bathroom leading off it. The door to the room lead directly to the outside.
For some reason, Chris needed to use our shower (maybe his was broken?) so he was off having his shower while myself and the girls were just sitting on our beds talking. Suddenly Chris called me from the bathroom and he didn’t sound very well. I asked what was wrong and he just said he couldn’t get out of the bathroom. I was very confused and I thought maybe the door had gotten stuck.
I tried the door and it opened no problem. One of the girls started to laugh until we realised why he hadn’t been able to come out. The bathroom had no ventalation so the steam from the shower had nowhere to go. All the steam had built up and turned the bathroom into some kind of steam room and Chris couldn’t breathe. When I opened the door back, our bedroom filled with steam but we had the front door open so it cleared pretty quickly. Chris quickly recovered as he had regular air to breathe again.
Then Tom and the other guy came into our room looking for Chris. For some reason they started messing around and we got kind of annoyed because they got all our stuff wet, including stuff we hadn’t even worn yet. When they left I started folding up what was was only half wet and trying to figure out how we’d dry everything else.
All in all, it was quite a random dream.
Dreamer xxx
Spying After School March 19, 2011
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: angry, Chris, Dreaming, Dreams, fight, phone, Primary school, school, spying, teacher, text, UFC
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I was in my old primary school with a group of three other people who I knew in the dream but have never seen in real life. We were spying on one of the teachers because we thought that she was using the school building to do something when the kids were gone home.
We were hiding in one of the corridors when we saw her leave and get into her car. We decided that she would most likely come back and when she did, we would be hidden. We then set about finding the best hiding spots before she returned. One of the guys found an alcove that hid him from view perfectly. I was testing another girl’s hiding spot by coming from where the teacher would be and seeing if I could see her. She wasn’t very good at hiding and I kept seeing her in plain sight.
Suddenly a load of cars pulled up outside the school. I didn’t have time to hide myself properly so I just ducked behind a chair. A load of guys came in but they walked straight past me and down one of the corridors. We didn’t know who these guys were or if they were connected with the teacher we were spying on.
We decided to follow the guys down the corridor as more guys came into the school behind us. None of them seemed to take any notice of us and all around us we could hear them talking about their various workout systems. We turned a corner and the corridor opened into what seemed like a cross between a changing room and a kitchen, I’m not quite sure what it was.
At this stage we found out that all the guys were here for a secret weekly UFC tournament that was held in the school. It was also at this point that they noticed the group of us and realised we were intruders. They started escorting us out of the building but I can’t remember them saying anything to us.
We were almost out when we passed a queue of guys lining up to go into one of the classrooms. Somehow I knew that these were the guys who were going to be fighting this week. I saw Chris in the queue and I stopped in my tracks.
I went over to him and asked him what he was doing there. He replied that he was fighting in the tournament and he did every week. I got really angry at this point because Chris had known that I was trying to find out what was going on in the school and he had told me. I started shouting at him and when he tried to calm me down I shoved him back and stormed out of the school.
The dream then skips to me being back in my house, still fuming at Chris for hiding the tournament from me. I was supposed to be going around to his place that evening. I then got a text from him saying, “I see you later. Hopefully 
” I threw the phone down on my bed and thought to myself that it would take more than a smiley face to win me over.
I don’t know what happened next or if he did win me over.
Dreamer xxx
Lift to Chris’ House November 5, 2010
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: angry, bus, Chris, Dad, Dreaming, Dreams, Fergal, Home, Late, lift, mom, money
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I was coming home from work and I was going to go straight to Chris’ house afterwards. I think I got a lift home with my dad as we were sitting in the car outside our house and my mom came out to the car saying that she’d give me a lift up to Chris’ house. My dad said that he’d do it, he just wanted to get something from inside first.
I followed him into the house and was waiting for him. Time skipped on then and suddenly it was half 9! I got really angry that we still hadn’t left yet as we’d gotten home at half 6. I said that if my dad didn’t want to give me a lift, he could’ve just said so and I would have gotten the bus down.
I started searching for bus fare but I was one cent short. I was getting really upset about the whole thing but I managed to find a cent on the floor in my bedroom. I then got a text from Fergal (no idea how he knew what was going) and he said that there were a few buses due in the next few minutes. He also included the numbers of the buses in his text but they were weird numbers I’d never heard of like 9043, 9717, etc.
I was getting ready to leave and my mom was lying down on the couch to take a nap. She apologized for what had happened and reminded me that she had offered to give me a lift but that my dad had insisted.
I don’t know if I ever made it up to Chris’ house.
Dreamer xxx
Last Day of College May 6, 2010
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: angry, assignment, clothes, college, computer, Dreaming, Dreams, food, Jill, rip, ripped, Ruth, skirt, vending machine
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It was the last day of the semester in college. A computer lab had just been emptied because the class that had been on in there was over. I couldn’t believe my luck to get a computer on the last day of the semester. I was walking in behind two other girls but the man running the computer lab sent them upstairs because we were to be separated by year.
Oddly enough there didn’t appear to be computers in this lab, it seemed to be more like a study room. I saw Jill so I went to sit beside her. As I pulled out the chair to sit down, Ruth sat on it and said thanks to me. Jill and I glanced at each other and rolled our eyes.
I took the seat next to Ruth and took out the assignments I had to hand in today. One was only a page long but the other one was about twenty pages and bound nicely. Ruth took one look at the longer one and proceeded to tell me I’d made 3 typos on the first page alone. She then said that she had better check my other assignment for me.
She snatched the page out of my hand and it ripped in half. I couldn’t believe it! I started shouting at her and I had to hold myself back from attacking her. She shrugged and said I’d just have to print it out again. I went out of the room in order to calm down.
I went to the vending machine to take my mind off killing Ruth. I couldn’t decide what I wanted at first but then settled on a Wispa and some Fruit Pastilles. The vending machine was the kind where the products are kind of in a coil, like this:
However there was no glass front on it or the glass front had been removed. When I typed in the number for Fruit Pastilles, the coil moved backwards and pulled the sweets away from me rather than pushing them towards me. I climbed up on the machine and just took the package out by hand.
I had no idea how I was going to print my assignment again in time since all the printers were out of ink (I have no idea how I knew this). As I walked back to the computer lab, I saw my reflection in a window. I can’t remember what top I had on but I was wearing a long white skirt and dolly shoes. I remember thinking that I had never worn that skirt before (I don’t even own one like that!)
That’s the last thing I remember. When I woke up I was still really angry!
Dreamer xxx
Huge Argument November 9, 2009
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: angry, argument, cat, computer, Dad, Dreaming, Dreams, Fergal, fight, food, mom, scream, Summer
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My mom had been trying to do something online but she couldn’t figure it out so she had given up and gone out. I was still in the house with Fergal and his girlfriend. I distinctly remember that it was summer and it was boiling. Fergal’s girlfriend was on his laptop and she figured out what my mom had been trying to do. It was something really simple like copying and pasting a page.
She started saying that my mom was so stupid not to be able to figure it out. She kept going on and on about how stupid she must be, how it wasn’t even ignorance just stupidity, how could she not know something so simple, etc.
I couldn’t stand what she was saying so I started screaming at her to shut up. I really let her have it; saying things like how dare she say those things about my mom who’s never done anything to her, it’s not her fault she didn’t grow up with computers, at least she was trying and that she had no right to call her stupid as she’s a very intelligent woman.
Not sure how the fight ended because the next thing I remember was coming down the stairs to get breakfast and reading a note from my dad saying that the cat wasn’t fed. I thought, Poor baby! and went to get the cat food. My cat was rubbing up against my legs as she must have been starving. The last thing I remember is going into the dining room to eat my own breakfast.
This dream was really weird as I never fight with Fergal’s girlfriend…mainly because she isn’t as bitchy in real life!
Dreamer xxx
