T-Rex, Motorbikes and Musical Prisons

I'm on a motorbike riding around in a city that looks a lot smaller than it should, and chasing me is a T-Rex.

I weave through the streets easily avoiding the T-Rex as it charges after me. Then, for some reason I'm lying in an open top skip or giant bin......which is full of grenades. I'm hiding from the T-Rex as it walks by, not being able to detect me. Either because I'm lying still or I just blend in with the grenades?

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I'm in a room with a floor that is both solid and viscous at the same time, and trapped in the floor with their heads sticking out of the ground are 5 people. A family I'm assuming, and to free them I must get them to sing, but they must sing notes in the correct order.

Like a conductor before an orchestra of heads in the ground, I successfully command them to sing, the floor becomes gooey again and they get up and out of their predicament, thanking me for freeing them.


I wake up.

One from the Archives : Zombie Apocalypse on the Phone

It's the zombie apocalypse.

Like any true survivor I'm smashing zombies left right and centre using a sturdy metal pole I've found somewhere.

But Also......I'm on the phone ......and unable to end the call!?

So I flail around, trying to defend myself from the brain hungry masses, while in my left hand the phone remains glued to my head.


I wake up.

Doughnuts in Winter

I'm standing on cobbled streets in a winter market in a nondescript European town, there are various people milling around checking out market stalls selling stuff. I'm standing in front of a large statue of some kind, I'm with friends and a girl who is with me, There's a stall selling doughnuts. I'm looking at the rings of dough being dipped into boiling hot oil. The person behind the stall hands me one. I eat it?


I wake up.

Parking and Space

I'm sitting in my car infront of someones house. The front garden of the house has an extremely steep incline downwards to towards the frontdoor and windows. This is where I am parked. The doors are open and I'm reving the engine in reverse to keep the car from ploughing into the front of the building.

Because all the brakes are broken.....apparently.

Until I realise that I CAN just put the handbrake down, do so, and step away from the car and enter the house.

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I'm in a container in the middle of space, for some reason the continers are all connected to each other, large yellow crates the size of a reasonably large house from the outside, but inside the space is more like a square prison cell. The doors between the sections are really thin and in the corner, making it hard to fit through. I'm on the containers in the middle of space and I'm on a mission.

Making my way through the containers, past groups of space ruffians gathered around fires (maybe not the smartest option being in space 'n all) I make it to the ship which the containers are connected to. Seems like they're being towed by some gigantic dark blue flying saucer. But not in the mechanical sense, more that it was more like the sweet, execpt organic looking.

I get through one of the tiny doorways into the main ship. Stepping around the corner I come to "the boss stage". Theres a luminous, light blue pixel lady simlar to Tron, but if the character was a shaded outline. She's protected by a web of large cell shaded looking arms, forming a cannopy over her that stretches to the floor in a dome of webs. There isn't loads of them though, they're just big. Surrounding this web, and seemingly connected to it are small pillers with what look like glowing balls of energy hovering on the top. They are arranged in a clock fashion, surronding the dome at even intervals.

I know I must disable the pillars to defeat the blue pixel woman.


I wake up.

And so it begins.

Well Hello! (myself and other people)

I didn't really write much in this blog before, but I have come to the purpose that it be an archive of dreams.


My dreams.*


I will try and describe them the best I can but rememeber, the subconscious doesn't always make sense.

And thats why it's awsome.


:D


* minus the unpublishable ones of course