The thing about having social nights, going out and all, and err drinking, is that I have the weirdest dreams out when I do get to sleep. This morning I could actually remember two or three fragments, which is better than my average 'what I can remember of vivid dreams' stats.
First off, I am in a hospital waiting room - a guy comes in, grey beard, buzzcut grey hair, largeish stomach, and asks for some drugs (prescription to be filled out I guess, but the dream wasn't that detailed). Hospital security have been checking this guy out, and he has been in again and again recently to get the same sort of drugs - CSI meets ER I guess LOL - and always makes sure he talks to a different nurse.
The 'hospital detective' trails this guy, and finds him talking to someone in a suit - I can't get an image in my head clearer than that, perhaps blonde hair as well, perhaps - and it seems that the grey beard guy wants out of the deal, doesn't want to keep getting the drugs for suit man. They are arguing, but then for some reason, suit guy walks out into the road. And gets flattened by a semi trailer truck or bus or something large like that.
The hospital investigator has been across the road, watching the argument, and for some reason I get the impression that he called or gestured suit guy over the other side of the road through heavy traffic. I ask the investigator whether it was necessary to get the guy killed rather than take it to the police and leave it up to the courts, and he gives a shrug, as if it isn't important. Not a nice person to be on the wrong side of.
The dream then morphs into a train trip up the Queensland coast. On a Melbourne train, with the three seats aisle two seats configuration - or maybe it is a Jetstar plane LOL. Strange the things you notice in dreams.
And then stopping by a beach, where there is some sort of party going on. There is a war memorial, where Japanese tourists are being solemn around - well most of them, a couple of the younger ones are laughing. I guess it is where one of the mini subs landed during the war or something.
I walk along the coast a bit further, until I find a set of cliffs, and I can either walk along the cliffs or go down them via a walkway. I choose the latter option, only to find that the staircase hasn't been completed, with about a two metre drop where the work has not yet been completed. I decide not to risk it, and look back up the cliff to see how fortified it is.
I think of the phrase Fortress Australia, and how fortifying the coast must be where all the defence budget must be going, but a voice goes off in my head saying does 'seven cannons in a bucket' up the top count as a fortress. That exact phrase, which may be why I remembered as much of this morning's dreaming as I did, seven cannons in a bucket is quite a strange phrase to come into one's head LOL.
Oh, and earlier in the week, I had a dream that I was back with H. And moving over to be with her - somehow I got my queen sized bed in the luggage on the plane, do not ask me how LOL. And then I got there and she had another boy with her, and I was relegated to a second room. Yes, that may be a basic one paragraph run down of what actually happened in real life, minus the queen bed, but why on earth did it come to the surface of my subconscious this week?
Strangeness.
Pauly :)
First off, I am in a hospital waiting room - a guy comes in, grey beard, buzzcut grey hair, largeish stomach, and asks for some drugs (prescription to be filled out I guess, but the dream wasn't that detailed). Hospital security have been checking this guy out, and he has been in again and again recently to get the same sort of drugs - CSI meets ER I guess LOL - and always makes sure he talks to a different nurse.
The 'hospital detective' trails this guy, and finds him talking to someone in a suit - I can't get an image in my head clearer than that, perhaps blonde hair as well, perhaps - and it seems that the grey beard guy wants out of the deal, doesn't want to keep getting the drugs for suit man. They are arguing, but then for some reason, suit guy walks out into the road. And gets flattened by a semi trailer truck or bus or something large like that.
The hospital investigator has been across the road, watching the argument, and for some reason I get the impression that he called or gestured suit guy over the other side of the road through heavy traffic. I ask the investigator whether it was necessary to get the guy killed rather than take it to the police and leave it up to the courts, and he gives a shrug, as if it isn't important. Not a nice person to be on the wrong side of.
The dream then morphs into a train trip up the Queensland coast. On a Melbourne train, with the three seats aisle two seats configuration - or maybe it is a Jetstar plane LOL. Strange the things you notice in dreams.
And then stopping by a beach, where there is some sort of party going on. There is a war memorial, where Japanese tourists are being solemn around - well most of them, a couple of the younger ones are laughing. I guess it is where one of the mini subs landed during the war or something.
I walk along the coast a bit further, until I find a set of cliffs, and I can either walk along the cliffs or go down them via a walkway. I choose the latter option, only to find that the staircase hasn't been completed, with about a two metre drop where the work has not yet been completed. I decide not to risk it, and look back up the cliff to see how fortified it is.
I think of the phrase Fortress Australia, and how fortifying the coast must be where all the defence budget must be going, but a voice goes off in my head saying does 'seven cannons in a bucket' up the top count as a fortress. That exact phrase, which may be why I remembered as much of this morning's dreaming as I did, seven cannons in a bucket is quite a strange phrase to come into one's head LOL.
Oh, and earlier in the week, I had a dream that I was back with H. And moving over to be with her - somehow I got my queen sized bed in the luggage on the plane, do not ask me how LOL. And then I got there and she had another boy with her, and I was relegated to a second room. Yes, that may be a basic one paragraph run down of what actually happened in real life, minus the queen bed, but why on earth did it come to the surface of my subconscious this week?
Strangeness.
Pauly :)
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