Eyes

Turning away to put in false eyes. Then noticing that the fake eyes have round holes in the middle that I will be looking through.

Mousey friend leaves

A friend (in real life) was once described by a mutual acquaintance as 'the mousey one'. The description surprised me at first but once it was said I could see how there was some truth in it. In the dream this friend, rather quietly, said that she was leaving and went out of the door.

Not trapped

A number of people are caught underneath something heavy, possibly an overturned truck. Rescue workers are assessing what to do. I ask about one woman and they say she's not a priority as she is not actually trapped. I wonder why she stays there if she isn't.

Unsecure

This is a house I seem vaguely familiar with, as if I lived here long ago. The rooms are large and it is elegantly decorated in pale colours. Then I notice a hole in the floorboards over in the corner, moving closer I see that it goes right through to the room below. Going downstairs I find that part of the ground floor wall by the back door is down, leaving a gaping hole. Clearly it would be impossible to secure the house in the state it's in. I get the feeling that it's beyond repair.

The Queen

After the Queen's wedding a meal of, surprisingly, only one course. After this was served the Queen, who appeared to be impatient, rose and left. I followed her at a discreet distance down the broad stairs and through the wide corridors of a half-familiar house and saw her march out of the front door.

Dancing

Dancing with an androgynous female.

Station platforms

At a station with lots of platforms and no signs, with only a small suitcase. Thinking of trying to find the right platform by instinct, by going the way that seems familiar, but then thinking that might mean ending up on the wrong train again.

A Michelangelo-like fragmentary image

The Creation of Adam. Focus in on the hands. But no, it's not The Creation. One hand is clearly male, one clearly female. Both are in a similar position to that of God's hand in the original: each actively directed towards the other.

Bag baby

I used to have baby dreams as a recurring theme, but haven't had one for a while. In the latest I am on a journey with some other people, a man and a woman. The baby is in a bag that I am carrying. For some reason it has to be packed in a bag for the journey and can't be carried openly. It worries me that the baby has no air or room to move. I am torn between wanting to open the bag and check on it and not wanting to. I have a bad feeling about what I might find. I'm irritated that the woman, whose baby it is, does not seem interested in it at all. When we get to our destination I open the bag cautiously. At first the baby is very still and it seems to confirm my fears but when I look again it's waving its arms and smiling. Its a relief, but I'm still concerned that the woman is not interested in feeding it or looking after it.

Upper and lower class

The university had built a theatre. There was one entrance within the main university building that led directly into the plush circle level and a street entrance from a run-down part of town into the stalls.

A note in the hall

Having written the last entry another dream came back to me that I'd previously forgotten. One of the rented flat series. This time I am finally able to return to my flat after some time when I have not been able to get there. I go in the street door which is not locked, but not into my flat as I don't have the key with me. Pinned inside the front door is a note with my name on it. I read the note.

Inside

This is just a marker to indicate another plane dream. Can't recall any details. Only an impression that I was inside the plane. This is a change. I usually see from the plane's POV.

Women in red

A group of women wearing red clothes, sitting together in attitudes that suggest relaxed confidence and slight amusement. The feeling that they will talk amongst themselves more frankly than they will to anyone else.

Clearing out a house.

In room after room so much to sort out and move. At last its done. I decline the option of using a strange curve-bladed tool to straighten the edges once the room is cleared. It looks dangerous to me and I don't know how to operate it. Then opening the door to a kind of inner room that was over-looked. Not sure what to expect here. I know that this is where I would have put away all the worst things. But when the door opens it's dusty and almost bare.

Communication Conference

I was at a conference. Well, not exactly. I was conferencing. It was one that did not depend on location. You could participate anywhere. I had gone to a central location of some sort where there were rooms, screens and other facilities. It wasn't too easy to move around as I had several items of luggage and equipment with me. I might be presenting, but it was possible that my collaborator might be doing it, in which case I wouldn't be actively doing anything. I stopped in a room that was off to the side area to sort out some of the equipment. I began watching or more acurately absorbing, in several rather difuse ways, one of the early presentations. After a while I found it hard to follow. I explained to the presenter that I was leaving as I was unable to understand but I had to do it by scratching a message in the bed of some kind of shallow, silty water. I decided to move to a more central location and see if there were other delegates there. Someone was explaining that communication was in fact not at all as we thought of it. It was much more fluent but less well understood than language, and that our attempts to render it in language were always a poor translation. In fact we are communicating fluently all of the time in ways that we can't articulate. It had a lot to do with proximity and colour. The relationships between spaces and things in them and the colour of them. Orange and white, in certain proportions, could be used very effectively to communicate certain things that were demonstrated.

Dream pun

About a week ago, a fragment in which I saw a room that had no colour in it, all was in shades of white, and I wondered aloud who's it was. The answer? It's not Hugh's (hues). Why the pun?