A white world

White buildings with tall elegant pillars and large pools of clear water. I swim across one of the pools which is a perfect temperature. In every direction all is light, airy and open, every surface is unblemished. I encounter some older women and remark that the last time I was here everything was much more basic. They smile and I realise that must have been a very long time ago.

Spike's house

I was visiting the home of Spike Milligan. It was a marvellous place, with many spacious rooms full of books and comfortable, if rather worn, furniture. He was there in one of the rooms, but he was old and tired and did not move from the chair he was tucked up in, with a blanket over his legs. It made me sad to see him that way. I went upstairs and found there was a more modern looking room with a gift-shop. It was selling not books but paper and pens and small decorative items. There were very tiny notebooks and sets of tiny writing paper and envelopes, the kind I remember reading about him writing in for his children as messages from the fairies. 

New job

I was at a gathering with people who were new to me. I had just accepted a job in some kind of religious role. It involved reading and writing, helping people know how to behave and I remember reflecting at one point that this would also help them to 'pay their taxes'. There was a woman who kept trying to explain to me that the man in charge, a vicar or priest figure, was not to be trusted. At one point I was talking with him about the job and I had just about come to the point of admitting to him that I did not belong to any church community at all when our conversation was interrupted.

Untidy bedroom

I was in a room, a bedroom, which was very untidy and I felt irritated by that and wanted to clean it up, but it wasn't mine. When I thought no one was looking I cleaned up an area but I was afraid I might throw away something useful, so I stopped. Someone was sitting up in the bed and I had an impression of someone behind him I couldn't see clearly. All around the bed were stacks of dusty items. The room was decorated in a kind of boho or hippy style with bright coloured rugs and throws. I was in a wheelchair, although that didn't seem to be of any importance, except that parts of it got detached and I was afraid they might get lost among all the untidy piles of stuff. At one point I embraced the person sitting in the bed and when I did that my irritation about the untidiness eased, it didn't seem to matter so much. At another point I left the bedroom and found that the rest of the house was decorated in the same style but was much cleaner and tidier. Finally I left the house and got lost trying to navigate the roads in my chair. I wanted to get back to the house.

Landing

I was in a plane, coming in to land. I was expecting a hard landing, anticipating the impact but there was none. I realised we were on the ground while I was still braced. We then transferred to a bus for the onward journey.

A new flat

I was in the process of moving in to a new flat, and had to clear out some tools and pieces of machinery that had been left there. After I'd done that I slept for a while and when I woke up I went to the other end of the flat and found two women were there on camp beds. They also had a red, plush sofa which was not at all to my taste. I hoped they would clear it out so I could bring my things in. One of them opened a door onto a kind of walk in closet that was a huge unexpected interior space. I knew I'd have to think carefully about how to make use of it. 

On the couch

I'm in a house that I seem to know my way around. There are other people, it appears to be a family group, sitting on chairs and couches, but I can see only one of them - an older man - clearly. I am standing in an area off to one side, tidying things up in an unhurried way. I have a sense of not quite belonging or being unsure of my status in the group. Eventually there is nothing left to do and I go to sit down. There is only one place left, on a couch next to the man I can see clearly, so I sit there. The couch is small and when I sit my leg is resting against his. I'm unsure how this will be regarded but the only alternative would be to get up again, so I stay where I am. He turns towards me and in a kind of slow motion draws me in to an embrace. As he does this the other people in the room become even less clear to me.   

Grenade games

I'm out in a field wearing military uniform and a hard hat. I'm handed a long gun of some kind. I realise from watching others that I have to use it to swing at a grenade that's thrown my way to try to get it away from myself. I know that at some point when it's hit it will explode. During the dream it does not.

In the station

I'm at a major train terminal, in a large hallway full of people. One of them walks from the platform to a doorway and then appears back on the platform, he does this over and over again. All the people have half-blank, half-horrified expressions as they go through a short sequence of actions repeatedly, never getting out of the station. I get the feeling that these are people whose options have narrowed down to such an extent that they have hardly any left at all, and that they are becoming aware of it. I have an awful sense that such a narrowing of options is inescapable but then I realise that there is nothing stopping the people leaving the station, if they chose they could just walk out.

The game 2

We are travelling through a long tunnel or tube like place which reminds me of a spaceship or possibly a high-tech underground structure of some kind. There are a series of rooms or caverns and the walls are lined with screens. The people are strangely dressed and seem to be engaged mainly in trying to impress each other with their style. My male companion is in a rather irritable mood. At one point we eat a meal and he tells me how annoying it is when the servers try to clear up before he's finished, which a male server then does, trying, jokingly, to take a plate from the table. At certain points I use the screens to play a kind of game. This seems to have something to do with my companion, but I'm not sure what the rules are and I have to intuitively work out what each step towards success will be. Eventually we arrive at the last room and I comment that it's getting uncomfortably hot and maybe it's time to go. I get the feeling it will be very cold outside. Someone responds that we don't have to go and also offers a thin blanket which I am unimpressed by. I use one of the screens and it brings up a simple map of the final stage that I can follow. At this point I notice that I'm not wearing a top but I am unconcerned by that and work through the stages with a kind of intuitive confidence even though I am still not aware of the final goal.     

A white garment

I'm listening to a woman who is speaking quietly and at the same time I'm touching a white garment which I think belongs to her. It's extremely soft and I'm thinking about how comfortable it would be to wear. I notice that there are other people waiting to speak to me and I nod to the woman who is speaking to let her know it is time to reach a conclusion and she acknowledges this.

Concrete protest

A series of images of Japanese people, speaking Japanese (which I did not understand) loudly as if protesting something they felt strongly about, then immersing themselves, face down, in wet concrete.

An accident

There'd been an accident, a car had crashed into a house. I think I'd been a passenger in the car. Maybe I'd been thrown clear somehow. The car was embedded in a wall that had collapsed onto it and there was no sign of the driver. The house was large with many comfortably furnished rooms and with a calm atmosphere. It seemed to be some kind of educational establishment, although quite informal. People gathered in small groups and talked quietly. The crash didn't seem to have attracted any attention and I got the feeling there was nothing to be done about it.

Later I found I was wearing a garment that was a silvery colour and somehow knew that it was made out of the same material as the stars.

Letting people in

I was in an apartment, much like the place where I live now, with an older woman. I was getting annoyed with her because she kept letting people in. Anyone who wanted to come in she let in  At one point she opened the balcony doors and there were people climbing over the rail and coming in. They were talking and laughing and I was finding it hard to concentrate. Later when I was trying to sleep she allowed two people dressed in elaborate costumes to occupy one side of the bed.

A hotel and a new cozy house

I'm not sure if these were two separate dreams or two parts of one. Arriving at a hotel with a male friend we went to his room first which was a standard pleasant hotel room. I expected mine to be the same but when I went to find it I discovered it was not just a room but a suite with enormous wooden double doors and luxurious furnishings including a huge bed. None of the staff spoke to me but they acknowledged me and accepted my right to be there.

The house was of an unusual design, round and sunken slightly into the ground with windows facing inward overlooking a central courtyard that was designed to receive the maximum amount of natural light. I was in one of the furthest rooms from the entrance with my male friend and we were watching the progress of a group of visitors from a window with some amusement. They were commenting that you could use the room that was set out as a lounge as an extra bedroom if you wanted to. They also noted that the kitchen was well stocked with preserved fruits and other foods in glass jars. As the visiting group came closer I was measuring a cupboard and joking with my friend about how much space we would need to hide in. He commented on the fact that one of the visiting group was his wife.