24/3/10

I was sent to Japan as a spy. I have no idea which country sent me. I got in a group of young people. The guy who was my contact was in that group. Nobody else knew about why I was in the country. A girl in the group became my friend and she showed me all the stuff I was supposed to do as a foriegner. Apparently Japan has very strict laws concerning foriegners. I had to write a letter anytime I moved house or location, about why I was there, and then get it stamped. I did that immediately and I put it in the opening page of my notebook. Then we all went on a journey, I have no idea where we were going but my contact, who was also a foriegner was also in the car. There were check points all over, and my new friend kept disturbing me about my stamped letter, wondering if I had it with me, where it was , etc. She was worried that we will be stopped and I would need to show it. During the journey, I wrote a note to my contact about something. He read it and then instead of tearing it, he just crumpled it and threw it on the seat opposite. I got into a huge panic, retrieved the note and tore it up in pieces. Everybody in the car noticed and started wondering what was in the note that made me get into such a panic. I started crying. My contact immediately reached over and started kissing me and saying he was sorry, etc, so everybody thought we were having a lover's tiff or something. His kissing went over to some serious smooching. Just as it was heaviest, we are stopped at a check point. We are told to get out of the car and taken to different interrogation rooms. Just as they lead my friend away, she tells me to write a new letter if I cant find the old one. I start writing a new letter but a soldier woman comes in and says its too late for that. I tell her I have the old one with me. She says its too late, I start crying. I cry so hard that my eyes begin to hurt, and one of my eyes becomes so bad that I am unable to open it. She takes pity on me and asks me to bring the old one. I go to the room where they have laid out all my stuff. There are three notebooks and they all look the same. I start looking in them in a panic. I remember that the letter was in the first page. I can not find it in any of the books. I start panicking, my eyes ache, the closed eye is worse now. The woman just keeps standing over me. I tell her I cant find the letter, I am now seriosuly panicking....





I forced myself to wake up. All that stress...in a dream, gosh! I just could not take it.

23/3/10

Dreamt I made a huge lunch for a group of people who had come for my friend's wedding the day before. I do not remember much of the wedding but I remember that my friend was very drunk and I was helping her adjust her wedding gown and making sure she was dressed properly. I remember also thinking that her bride's maid sucked seriously at her duty. It was a very rowdy wedding and everybody was drunk. Anyway, so now it was lunch, the next day and I made the lunch. Chicken and something. The group pf people were obviously "our" friends, ( but in real life, I really do not know any of them. They are people I have only seen on TV, artists, writers, actors, etc. Tv people). They complimented me on my cooking. Someone said the only thing missing in the chicken was "basil". Then we all went down to the shop, supposedly to buy more alcohol. The shop was not yet opened.

While we stood outside, my friend, (the bride), met us up with another group of people. Then we all started walking somewhere. I have no idea where they were going. I and the bride thought we were off to get ice cream but when we turned the corner to the ice cream shop, they were not in there. They just kept walking. The large group was walking in front of us, and I was behind, with the bride. We were walking fast but the group in front were a rowdy bunch and walked even faster. We had no idea where they were going.

I woke up by myself.

17/3/2010

I have not been able to write down my dreams the moment I wake up like I should. I wake up feeling really really tired and even if I always think I'd write them down later in the day, I often forget my dreams by mid day. I have to be better. Tmrw, I will be better.

20/02/10

It was a very weird dream. I am so sorry I did not write everything down as soon as I woke up. In summary : Was in a restaurant with some friends waiting for food that never arrived. We waited and waited, and anytime we made up our minds to leave, the (yep, now I remember, it was a thai restaurant run by three ladies. An old woman and two young girls), the old lady would tell us that the food was on its way that very minute, so we'd sit down again.

I can not tell you how many times this happened...it felt like we were waiting there night after night. Finally, we had enough and decided that no matter what she said, we'd walk out the door. We walked out and just as were were entering the car, the old lady and her two waitresses ran out with bowls of food telling us to stop....I can still see them, the three of them running with the food towards us....somebody wanted us to get out the car, but I was adamant that we should just go.

As the car started, they began to curse us and taunt us with the food...(in their language) saying how good the food was, we should take a sniff, etc...It was all so primitive and uncomfortable. I forced myself to wake up.

Gosh!

16/2/2010

Dreamt of my father again. Did not write it as I woke up so now I cant remember what it was all about...

Woke up feeling tired...

03/02/2010

Very strange dream. But had to do a lot with me trying to play three different types of music at the same time, and trying to use my father's old turn table...then all of a sudden I was walking home, in Nigeria, I knew it was home, although the house did not look like the one I grew up in. I could see my mum in the kitchen cooking, and then I saw my dad too. He had no shirt on, and was wearing shorts and he was cooking beside my mum. My mum said "Daddy is back". I forced myself to wake up.

My father died some years ago and to say the truth, that is when my problems with sleep and insomnia started. For months, right after his death, I would dream of him almost every night. I started dreading going to sleep because it meant being confronted with that fact. I was in denial for many months after he died...

I am an expert in forcing myself to wake up when I want. It does not matter how intense my dreams are, if I really want to, I force myself out of it.

In real life, my father would never go shirtless at home, he was a very neat person and always liked looking smart. He used to cook for us during weekends so I am not surprised by his being in the kitchen...

Anyway, I don't like thinking about my father because it still makes me sad and upset.

2/02/2010

Slept through out the night the day before yesterday. By "through out", I mean from 3 o'clock, which is really pretty good. Yesterday I slept by 1 and woke up by 6. I was so proud of myself. I did not dream about anything. Woke up hungry.