Hier Kommt Alex May 15, 2011
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: band, cold, Confusing, Dreaming, Dreams, Hier Kommt Alex, music
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I was in some kind of club where a few bands were going to be playing that night. One of them was the band that play the song “Hier Kommt Alex” (video below) but in my dream the band were called “Hier Kommt Alex” too. I was really excited that they were going to be on that night because I apparently loved them (I don’t even know their name or any of their other songs in real life).
I bumped into the guitarist and started talking to him about the band. I asked him if he was Alex but he said unfortunately he wasn’t. I said, “So who is Alex then?” and he replied that there was no Alex, but all the band’s stage names were Alex. I thought that was quite weird as it would get very confusing on stage.
I walked outside then to get some fresh air but it turned out I had used the fire escape door and it slammed shut behind me. I tried to open it but I couldn’t get back in. I ended up walking around to the front of the venue but the bouncer refused to let me in. I was getting really annoyed and told him I’d been in there for hours already but he wasn’t budging. Then the guitarist I’d been talking to appeared and told the bouncer it was cool. I thanked him for getting me in as it was freezing outside.
I haven’t even heard this song in years, not sure how it came into my dream.
Dreamer xxx
Flood October 31, 2010
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: Active, Belfast, bus, cold, Dreaming, Dreams, Fergal, flood, Late, rain, Train, water, Work
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I was going home from work and heading for the train. It was lashing rain though so I decided I’d get a bus to the train station. I was also carrying a gym bag that I was supposed to give to Fergal.
The bus was speeding around the place and it wasn’t stopping at any of the bus stops either. I realised I’d have to jump off if I was going to make my train as the bus would bring me in a totally different direction if I stayed on it much longer. I jumped off the bus and started running through the rain to the train station.
I had five minutes to make my train and I had no idea where I was supposed to meet Fergal. For some reason the train station I was running to was the Belfast train station. I heard my train pulling away and I knew I’d have to wait ages for the next one. I slowed down to a walk at this point and the rain started to clear. Next to the station, there was a park which had totally flooded with the rain. A guy was wading across what was now a lake and had rolled hs jeans up around his knees. I remember thinking that his legs must be freezing.
I don’t know if I ever gave Fergal his bag.
Dreamer xxx
School/Cousin/Beach January 24, 2010
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: beach, bowling, bra, clothes, cold, cousin, Dreaming, Dreams, fragment, Joanne, kid, school, sea, water
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Okay these are three really short dreams that I had and it didn’t seem worth it to post them all seperately.
The first one consisted of my friends and I being back in school. We were in our school uniforms and in my old English classroom. Joanne was wearing a red lacy bra over her school jumper because she said it was so nice she wanted everyone to see it. This didn’t seem like an odd thing to do in the dream, everyone was just like, “That is a really nice bra”.
The second dream I can only remember the end of. I was supposedly in my aunt and uncle’s house but it looked like my house. My little cousin who was about 10 (and who doesn’t exist in real life) didn’t want me to go back home. He said he had so much fun playing with me that I was never allowed leave. I told him that I had to go back home because people were missing me there too and I’d come visit him again soon.
The final dream was set on the beach but people were supposed to be going bowling. There was a girl there who was meant to be my friend but who I’ve never seen before in my life. I put my hand into the sea and it was freezing. My friend asked me how cold it was and I answered by putting my hand against her arm. She screamed at how cold it was and then dived into the sea. All of us still on the beach thought she was crazy.
That’s it for my dreams of the past few nights. Nothing much going on there really.
Dreamer xxx
Manchester Trip January 19, 2010
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: Chris, cold, dark, docks, Dreaming, Dreams, fans, food, hungry, manchester, music, office, old trafford, pasta, pizza, red, shopping centre, water, Work
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Chris and I were in Manchester but he had to go somewhere for the day so I was wandering around the place myself. It didn’t look anything like Manchester does in real life. Someone asked me did I know how to get to Old Trafford. I told them we were actually standing across the road from it and it was the door that was painted red and the door beside it led to one of the shopping centres.
Suddenly it was getting dark and I realised I was hungry. I didn’t know what time Chris would be back and I was trying to decide whether to wait for him or to go get pizza. I had wandered down to the docks (I’m aware Manchester isn’t really by the sea) and I wasn’t sure how to get to my favourite pizza restaurant from there.
Then, out of nowhere, Chris appeared. He was asking me what I was doing down at the docks and I said I had just kind of ended up here. I was going to go for pizza but I wasn’t sure of the way and it was getting dark so I was just about to go home. I asked him if he’d eaten and he said that he’d gotten subway. I was like, “Ugh so I could’ve gone for food ages ago”. Chris said that he knew the way to the restaurant though so we’d go for pizza anyway.
Then the dream changed entirely and I was working in some kind of office where I had to compose tunes. I’m not sure what the tunes were to be used for but it might have been advertisements. I had come up with a tune earlier but had forgotten to write it down. My deadline was the end of the day and I knew I had to come up with something.
I bumped into a guy I know from work on the stairs and we got talking about trying to compose our tunes. He said something that clicked in my head and made me remember my tune! It was called artificially hoping or fake hope or something like that. I remembered that I’d somehow made the beat from two fans in my office that clicked at different times. I ran back down the stairs to write it down while it was still in my head.
Having made my deadline I decided it was time for a snack (a very food orientated dream!) so I went to the food storeroom to get some sauce to put on the bag of pasta I had brought with me. The storeroom was really cold and a bit damp. I found the jar of sauce I wanted but every time I went to grab it, a drop of really cold condensation fell on my hand and caused me to withdraw my arm.
I tried looking around for another jar of it but I couldn’t find any. Then I couldn’t even find the original jar anywhere. Two guys came into the storeroom looking for something and they couldn’t find what they wanted either. It was really weird and eventually we all gave up.
I wasn’t even that hungry when I woke up despite dreaming about so much food! I do want pizza though…
Dreamer xxx
Train Station Restaurant November 3, 2009
Posted by Dreamer in Dreams.Tags: bella, bird, Chipper, chips, Chris, cold, Dad, Dog, Dreaming, Dreams, edward, food, guitar, kid, lawnmower, magazine, marry, mean, rain, remarry, restaurant, screech, Summer, Train, turkey, tv, twilight, waffles, wet
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I was meant to be going out somewhere but it was really wet and cold outside so I was trying to find a way to make my outfit warmer. I felt like I would catch a cold if I went out in my normal clothes (I actually woke up with a cold after having this dream). I tried putting on these grey knee socks and somehow they made a huge difference.
I was with Chris and another guy in a restaurant but the restaurant was where my train station usually is. They sold all kinds of food including whole turkeys except the turkeys were tiny; slightly bigger than your hand. Chris decided just to get chips, I got waffles and the other guy got a turkey. I asked him how the turkey was and he said it was a little dry to which I responded, “Turkey’s a little dry…turkey’s a little dry?!” As we were eating I noticed that there was a magazine section and it was full of magazines about waffles. There was “Weekly Waffle”, “Waffle Digest”, “Reader’s Waffle”, “Waffles-R-Us” and loads more. Even in the dream I found this bizarre.
Then the dream cahnged completely and I was a girl I’d seen on tv a few days ago. She had had acid thrown in her face and had loads of reconstructive surgery. I was her leaving her house for the 1st time in a year. It was a lovely, hot summer’s day and I was going to walk to her/my dad’s house. As I walked along I felt relieved that no one was staring at my face. There were loads of people sitting outside their houses playing guitars. When I got to her/my dad’s house, some little kid who was apparently my brother was using one of those ride-on lawnmowers.
Then my identity changed again and I was Bella from Twilight. I waved to the kid and he seemed happy to see me. We could hear a chirping sound coming from behind the hedge. Somehow we knew it was a baby bird and it was hurt. My little brother starting getting upset and telling me to get the bird. I tried but I couldn’t see a way to get to it. My dad then came out to see what was going on. He was neither my actual dad, Bella’s actual dad nor the girl from the tv’s actual dad.
Anyway he got his dog to fetch the bird without hurting it and started to bring it inside. Apparently it was a snipe. Suddenly the mother bird appeared on the lawn and started screeching at him and it actually sounded like she was saying, “Don’t you hurt my baby!” He said he was going to nurse it back to health. We went inside but my little brother stayed outside playing. At this point it became clear that Edward from Twilight was actually my step brother and we had never been in love or anything like that. He was my dad’s son from his 1st marriage and had moved away years previous. My dad started saying that Edward would’ve figured out a way to get the bird quicker and why oh why did he have to remarry and have me. It was a really mean thing to say but I didn’t get upset at it, I just ignored it.
As far as I’m aware that was the end of the dream.
Dreamer xxx
