Woke up exhausted.
I remember only that I had missed the wedding of my friend . On my invitation, it had been written 4 o'clock for some reason. I arrived only for the reception with my family in tow. My friend seems to be pissed at me. And I also thought her wedding suit was quite drab. I did not see any familiar faces at the wedding. She was questioning her brides maids about the whole I.V mix up when I woke up.
A once good friend of mine is getting married in March but I am not involved in any of the activities. Anyway, her brother recently mailed me, wanting to know if I'll be there since I have not been in touch with either of them for ages now.
However, my eyes hurt and are red, It feels like I must have been crying for some reason. I feel very tired.
fredag 29 januari 2010
torsdag 28 januari 2010
28th Janaury 2010
I had many dreams intertwined, will try to make sense of the two I remember.
I dreamt about models and a runway show and one of the models retiring so the others had bought her a gift. Also, there was a model with a very beautiful face that nobody liked for some reason. Not because she was a bad person, but apparently, the way she walked on the catwalk gave off very bad energy. I saw the way she walked, she looked quite inhumane and unnatural. But after the show, she was quite sweet. There was music and lots of other things going on but I really do do remember what my own role there was.
I dreamt about my ex, my very first boyfriend who I have not seen in years. I was with him when I was 18 so thats like 13 years ago. Well, apparently, he had come to visit me and all my family was around. (This particular guy was quite intimate with my family in real life, cos not only was he a neighbour, but he was a good friend of my brother's, his sister was my best friend, our families were friends as well, etc, so I guess it was natural that my family was also around)
He had some strange huge suitcase with him. He said it was his car that was in it. He opened it, and inside was a kind of like "transformer" like car. He started fixing the parts one by one, and behold, it became a car. (I always have science fiction stuff in my dreams). We all gathered around as he explained how to get all the parts fixed. It was apparent that we were together, it was just like it used to be. We were all over each other, but the funny part was nobody had said so. It just was.
I think I dreamt about the model stuff cos right before I went to bed, I had been to Linda Ikeji's blog where she had written a bit about her modelling career. For some reason, I felt sorry for her and perhaps a bit of pity...
As for the ex, I have not seen him in years, but I did talk to him during Christmas cos I met his sister in London. Perhaps thats just manifesting in in my dreams, now?
Abeg, I no know.
I dreamt about models and a runway show and one of the models retiring so the others had bought her a gift. Also, there was a model with a very beautiful face that nobody liked for some reason. Not because she was a bad person, but apparently, the way she walked on the catwalk gave off very bad energy. I saw the way she walked, she looked quite inhumane and unnatural. But after the show, she was quite sweet. There was music and lots of other things going on but I really do do remember what my own role there was.
I dreamt about my ex, my very first boyfriend who I have not seen in years. I was with him when I was 18 so thats like 13 years ago. Well, apparently, he had come to visit me and all my family was around. (This particular guy was quite intimate with my family in real life, cos not only was he a neighbour, but he was a good friend of my brother's, his sister was my best friend, our families were friends as well, etc, so I guess it was natural that my family was also around)
He had some strange huge suitcase with him. He said it was his car that was in it. He opened it, and inside was a kind of like "transformer" like car. He started fixing the parts one by one, and behold, it became a car. (I always have science fiction stuff in my dreams). We all gathered around as he explained how to get all the parts fixed. It was apparent that we were together, it was just like it used to be. We were all over each other, but the funny part was nobody had said so. It just was.
I think I dreamt about the model stuff cos right before I went to bed, I had been to Linda Ikeji's blog where she had written a bit about her modelling career. For some reason, I felt sorry for her and perhaps a bit of pity...
As for the ex, I have not seen him in years, but I did talk to him during Christmas cos I met his sister in London. Perhaps thats just manifesting in in my dreams, now?
Abeg, I no know.
onsdag 27 januari 2010
27th January 2010
I did not remember much today even though I know I dreamt about lots of stuff. I only remembered the ending....but I was not unhappy or sad so I don't think it was a bad dream.
I tell a co worker of mine that I really enjoyed the club we had all gone to ( one of our colluegues had recently quit and we had a send off party/drinking at that particular club in real life) some time a go. He says in that case, I should get ready cos he will take me there next saturday by 9'oclock.
Then I woke up. Nothing woke me up. I woke up by myself.
In real life, that particular co-worker is a friend and we recently went to the movies together and had a very nice evening.
I tell a co worker of mine that I really enjoyed the club we had all gone to ( one of our colluegues had recently quit and we had a send off party/drinking at that particular club in real life) some time a go. He says in that case, I should get ready cos he will take me there next saturday by 9'oclock.
Then I woke up. Nothing woke me up. I woke up by myself.
In real life, that particular co-worker is a friend and we recently went to the movies together and had a very nice evening.
tisdag 26 januari 2010
26th January 2010
I was in a taxi with a young guy who I supposedly knew quite well in the dream. In real life, I have no idea who this person is. We were in a taxi going home, our luggage in the trunk of the taxi. The taxi driver is young as well, blonde hair, I dont think anything of him. He puts on music, I don't remember what kind of music it is now, but in the dream I thought it was funny that he would have such music. I say in English to my companion, "he must be drunk"....all of a sudden, the car pulls into an open space, it could have been in front of a huge library or museum or anything. But one of those huge European buildings with lots of stairs in front, and pillars.
We are getting out, my companion says "he understands English". I say "oh, oh, I did not know he understands English" which is obviously a lie, because everybody in this country can speak and understand English. I feel remorseful. When the car stops, the taxi driver takes off his shirt, and his back and arms are filled with tatoos. He does not say anything to us. Instead, a tall man with baggy jeans hung down real low, opens the trunk and starts removing our stuff. There are two bags there, and a rolled up carpet. I ask my companion if the carpet is his as well, and he says yes. When the man in the baggy jeans turns around, my companion points to the man's pocket. There is a gun in there. I am very scared already and I feel like we are in a very dangerous situation.
All of a sudden the man grabs the carpet, rolls it out, takes out the gun, and starts walking towards a group of young Kids, teenagers, hanging out by the stairs. I know immediately, that he is going to shooot one of them, so I start running away from the car and at the same time screaming . Everybody then notices him and starts running in all directions. I look back for a moment, the man seems a bit confused but then he sees me and seems to have decided to come after me. The chase begins.
I keep running and looking back, and he keeps advancing with the gun. All of a sudden, i notice he is working with another small man who keeps pointing him in whatever direction I take. I am frantic by this time, and I have no idea what to do, even if I keep screaming "help" as I run, and the city is full of people, cars, bicycles, nobody seems to be seeing me, or him. I finally climb up one of those wide european fences...I dont even know if it can be called a fence, but its wide enough for me to walk on.
I jump from fence to fence, and the man keeps chasing me. I even jump a couple of time over roads underneath, almost falling but making it to the next fence. All of a sudden, I see two young workers on the fence as well. They have been working, repairing something, and for the first time, it seems they can actually see and hear me. They stop at a distance and I run up to them saying "help, help, he is going to kill me". They look behind me and there is nobody. One the guys does not seem keen to help. The other is hesitant but he finally comes over to my side of the fence. He says there is no one behind me and I should come down from the fence. I say the small man is probably there in the corner waiting for me to get down. He looks and says there is no one. I also look. The two men are not there. He holds my hand and helps me down. I say I need to get to a police station, he says there is one around the corner and he will take me there.
For some reason, I don't really trust him. It crosses my mind that he might not understand how serious the situation is and if he does not know where the police station is, then I will be seriously screwed. I ask him again if he is sure there is a police station, and he says yes. I decide to take my chance with him. We start walking towards a street, by the side is a school of nursing. We know this, because in my dream, a voice over comes on saying " Here is where young nurses are trained to become ER nurses, etc"). As we pass, a young nurse asks someone who is obviously her supervisor, "can i meet him at the gate?" Then she meets a grieving husband at the gate. She leads him by the hand to a building which seems to have many small metal windows, like ice compartments. She raises one of the lids, and there we see a very beaufitul woman, frozen in her expression. Her hand was raised as if saying goodbye. I realize that the building is a modern day mortuary, perhaps. I and the young worker continue working towards our goal, where, I am not really sure.
The sound of the music from my television woke me up. What a dream!
Here is also something about being chased in dreams
We are getting out, my companion says "he understands English". I say "oh, oh, I did not know he understands English" which is obviously a lie, because everybody in this country can speak and understand English. I feel remorseful. When the car stops, the taxi driver takes off his shirt, and his back and arms are filled with tatoos. He does not say anything to us. Instead, a tall man with baggy jeans hung down real low, opens the trunk and starts removing our stuff. There are two bags there, and a rolled up carpet. I ask my companion if the carpet is his as well, and he says yes. When the man in the baggy jeans turns around, my companion points to the man's pocket. There is a gun in there. I am very scared already and I feel like we are in a very dangerous situation.
All of a sudden the man grabs the carpet, rolls it out, takes out the gun, and starts walking towards a group of young Kids, teenagers, hanging out by the stairs. I know immediately, that he is going to shooot one of them, so I start running away from the car and at the same time screaming . Everybody then notices him and starts running in all directions. I look back for a moment, the man seems a bit confused but then he sees me and seems to have decided to come after me. The chase begins.
I keep running and looking back, and he keeps advancing with the gun. All of a sudden, i notice he is working with another small man who keeps pointing him in whatever direction I take. I am frantic by this time, and I have no idea what to do, even if I keep screaming "help" as I run, and the city is full of people, cars, bicycles, nobody seems to be seeing me, or him. I finally climb up one of those wide european fences...I dont even know if it can be called a fence, but its wide enough for me to walk on.
I jump from fence to fence, and the man keeps chasing me. I even jump a couple of time over roads underneath, almost falling but making it to the next fence. All of a sudden, I see two young workers on the fence as well. They have been working, repairing something, and for the first time, it seems they can actually see and hear me. They stop at a distance and I run up to them saying "help, help, he is going to kill me". They look behind me and there is nobody. One the guys does not seem keen to help. The other is hesitant but he finally comes over to my side of the fence. He says there is no one behind me and I should come down from the fence. I say the small man is probably there in the corner waiting for me to get down. He looks and says there is no one. I also look. The two men are not there. He holds my hand and helps me down. I say I need to get to a police station, he says there is one around the corner and he will take me there.
For some reason, I don't really trust him. It crosses my mind that he might not understand how serious the situation is and if he does not know where the police station is, then I will be seriously screwed. I ask him again if he is sure there is a police station, and he says yes. I decide to take my chance with him. We start walking towards a street, by the side is a school of nursing. We know this, because in my dream, a voice over comes on saying " Here is where young nurses are trained to become ER nurses, etc"). As we pass, a young nurse asks someone who is obviously her supervisor, "can i meet him at the gate?" Then she meets a grieving husband at the gate. She leads him by the hand to a building which seems to have many small metal windows, like ice compartments. She raises one of the lids, and there we see a very beaufitul woman, frozen in her expression. Her hand was raised as if saying goodbye. I realize that the building is a modern day mortuary, perhaps. I and the young worker continue working towards our goal, where, I am not really sure.
The sound of the music from my television woke me up. What a dream!
Here is also something about being chased in dreams
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