Oh boy are we back to weird dreams! The night before last my dream punched me in the gut, and I can only describe it was a manifestation of my greatest fear.

I don’t recall much of the dream, but the end was vivid enough to jolt me from my slumber. Amidst a crumbling house, the world was ending, being swallowed up by a black hole. I was able to ‘reset’ this terrifying scenario (and no, this is not my greatest fear), but only once, and then the scene began to repeat.

This time I was powerless to stop it, so I wanted to get to my daughter, to say goodbye to her, to hold her in my arms one last time. As I tried to reach the room where she was, I was struck by the realisation that I wouldn’t make it – that I wouldn’t get to say goodbye to my little girl.

It was that horrible revelation that shocked me out of my sleep.

I can only conclude that this dream is my mind manifesting my worst fears. I couldn’t save my daughter, and I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. In those final, frantic moments before the world ended, nothing mattered more to me than wrapping my arms around her, and I couldn’t reach her in time, and that was heartbreaking.

Needless to say, it took me a little while to shake the dream loose, and I’m not sure I completely have even now.

My dream last night was more in keeping with the surreal nature of my subconscious, and I don’t have a clue as to any message in this one. Myself and a friend (though I don’t recognise him) were running away from some weird hairy blue thing that didn’t necessarily mean us harm, but our instincts told us to run. I wonder if The Walking Dead somehow inspired this one (you know, with the running and chasing and hiding).

There you have it, the latest chapters from my sleeping brain are as unique and strange as ever!


I’d love to be able to unravel my subconscious mind and decipher what it’s trying to tell me. Whenever I dream, it’s usually quite unusual.

Case in point, a few nights ago I dreamed I was back at school. This in itself is not unusual (not for me at least). However, my school was never near a beach! Not only was this reimagining of my school now on the seafront, but at lunchtime we went for a swim, which is where the troubles began. When it was time to leave, a friend and I discovered a wall of wet sand was blocking our way. I was able (after a couple of tries) to get up this wall, but my friend couldn’t, and the tide was coming in. I went off to find help, and ended up in a room filled with spiders and their webs. I went through a door to another room and found a crying boy; I tried to keep the spiders away from the pair of us, was failing somewhat… Then woke up.

Last night I dreamed I lived and worked in London, and I don’t think I was me (if that makes sense). Over the course of the dream (which couldn’t decide between modern and medieval London), I met a girl, we fell in love – and then I had to go abroad for work. At that point, I woke up.

Another recent dream involved being stuck on a desert planet, fending off huge worm-like creatures with huge gaping mouths and rows of razor-sharp teeth (no, I hadn’t watched Tremors recently, in fact I’ve never seen it). Eventually these things turned out to be taking over humans, and in the dream, a gun to the head was preferable to being caught by one of these things.

I haven’t even scratched the surface yet.

So, if anyone can tell me what my brain is telling me, I would be very grateful!

I had what can only be described as yet another in a series of strange dreams last night. This latest ‘episode’ had me on a plane that was nearly completely dark, trying to get to the cockpit and somehow guide the thing to a successful landing in London. I vaguely remember having to fight someone as well. I managed to actually land the plane, despite the barriers to achieving this, so I am wondering what this means – if of course, it means anything.

I also dreamed I was one of the Guardians of the Galaxy, destroying Thanos via mines planted on a football pitch, not at all sure what that means!


So last night I had a dream that I was trying to escape from a holiday that had gone badly wrong. The dead were rising up to consume the living and some people I was with and I were fighting our way through a set of warehouses and apartment blocks. Slowly but surely, we fought our way out of the predicament we found ourselves in and we managed to get on a plane back to England (I think we were in Spain to begin with). Unfortunately a guy who was slowly turning into a zombie bit another passenger and we all had to bundle out of the plane again.

Cue a running battle in the middle of the night in a city with fires raging as we struggle to contain the zombies.

Finally, a few of us managed to get back onto the plane and figure out how to get it working. We flew away, and then I woke up.

I blame The Walking Dead and The Strain for this latest weird dream!

In other news, I find myself tempted (admittedly for all the wrong reasons) to jump back into a particular aspect of the Star Trek vs Star Wars debate (the video I recently saw from a certain individual was full of so many falsehoods and misrepresentations that I nearly tapped up a response straight away).

The trouble is, these things can quickly spiral out of control. It’s probably best not to tempt fate. Which means I might end up doing so anyway.


A blog post that cuts across two subjects… first of all, a look back to my frankly strange dream last night.

My dream last night started out with me being driven around the Monaco F1 circuit by Martin Brundle. I was asking him questions about the sport and I vividly recall asking him a question about Nigel Mansell that, for whatever reason, he declined to entertain. We also took advantage of driving past the shops to stop and window shop – as you do.

He struck me as being very eloquent (which to be honest, is how Brundle comes across when presenting F1), and knowledgeable about the sport. It was a good dream.

A bit weird, but entertaining. After that, it got very weird.

Back in August I had a phone call to tell me that a very nice man I knew via work had passed away. I’ve been meaning to phone his wife and check on her (and today I did indeed call her), and I think this must have been playing upon my mind. I dreamed that I went round to see her and make sure she was alright. Whilst there, we performed some sort of ritual and her husband’s spirit took over my body – but only for a short time.

During this ‘experience’, we listened to some music and danced, and we both got very emotional – in floods of tears. As his spirit left me, his wife was asking me if I knew why ’52’ was important. I couldn’t answer, and felt very upset. In the dream, I felt really upset, virtually in tears, and this was enough to actually wake me up. I haven’t been jolted awake by a dream for a long time, so this was very unusual.

I’m still not really sure what to make of this dream.


Once again my subconscious has conspired to leave me baffled beyond belief upon waking. After dreaming about going to university (no, this is not something I’m planning on, though my step-son does soon!), I was woken up briefly by the sound of a cat crying (urgh), and then dreamed of people being violently sick as they ran through some catacombs. What brought on this last part I truly have no idea! My mind is clearly quite a disturbed place!

After struggling to drop off to sleep (a problem of mine lately), I finally do so, only to end up dreaming about getting a new tattoo (the Rebel symbol from Star Wars), only for the tattooist to cock it up. All of a sudden the scene shifts and I’m Nigel Mansell, on the phone to Ron Dennis, and then I’m taking a bunch of schoolkids on a tour of London.

My subconscious really does love to process the day’s activities in bizarre and strange ways.