Findhorn Fragments (night of 28/07/2023)

Fragments really, nothing else. Images of Findhorn Beach in Scotland. Emily against the grey skies. Bleak atmosphere but strangely appealing. The interior of somebuilding - dark wood - the room feels old. This is possibly connected to some kind of voluntary work that Emily is doing.

Interrupted Horse Racing Transmissions (night of 28/07/2023)

 A discussion about televised horse-races in the past. Someone mentions that the transmissions were always interrupted by... Damn, there was a two word name here I remembered when first waking but has gone now. That serves me right for not writing it down. The name sounded vaguely like something from a 1970s childrens TV show. Someone explained that this referred to a military base, and the RAF Tornadoes that were based there.

Images of a Slightly Familiar RAF Housing Estate (night of 22/07/2023)

Images of an RAF housing estate. Red bricked houses - green lawns. The streets seems steep, as if the hosues are built ont he hill.. The sky seems to indicate that it has recently rained. It seems I am watching this as some kind of documentary rather than actually being there. Is this docuemntary somehow connected with Debs - is she connected to some kind of celebration, perhaps a relatives birthday? As I watch these streets, I become quite excited that it may be the streets around where I lived in Woodstock Drive - but I am unsure if it was or not. There are lots of children about.
(The following may be connected to the same dream)
Two children - a pair of young girls are sat on a wall on the edge of a petrol station forecourt. Hot, sunny day. I am annoyed by the girls for some reason. One of the girls has injured herself by banging her head. I am concerned for her safety, but she doesn't take the possibility of a head injury seriously.

The Neighbours Flats (night of 21/07/2023)

I am living in a house full of flats - a version of the house I am living in now, but not. Dark wood panelling in the hallways.
Meetings in the hallway with neighbours. There is some kind of issue with accessing the other flats, connected to some kind of machine that responds to voice commands, a little like an Alexa.
I am in my flat. I hear someone calling for me. I open the door to a friendly looking neighbour. The robotic machine - something that might be taken to a 1970s television show / film - is on wheels. Some kind of tube leading to a mouthpiece you are supposed to speak into. I am unsure what to do.
Anothe neighbour is there as well - a man with a slight hint of an aggressive nature about him. I do not like him so much.
Another time. I am saying to someone that I never see another of the neighbours. One day I am surprised to see that their door is open. I look inside - a huge room like a vast hallway vanishing into the distance. I see that a small family lives here - the very vastness of the room means that I never hear them, and this has led me to suspecting that no-one lives there.
I am also surprised to see a number of small tables with sewing machines on them. Someone may have been using one of the sewing machines. The scene make sme think of some Victorian textiles workplace.
I also see into the aggressive man's flat. A large room - not as nice as mine. I am happy I have the flat I have. His flat consists of one large room. At the end of the room I can see that he has a balcony section, which I do not have. He may be out there watering plants.
In the garden of the building. Other people. Probably othe residents.
I see amongst a pile of rubbish to be taken away, a number of my belongings - books and the like. I see a copy of ghost stories by Sheridan le Fanu. I wonder why I wanted to get rid of this as I quite like Sheridan le Fanu's ghost stories.
I have a memory of when I moved into my flat, the aggressive man's flat was empty. I stored some of the stuff I didn't want on top of the shelter over his bed (a bit like the canopy of a four poster bed).

A Mugger With A Knife (night of 21/07/2023)

I am in Brighton. It is night. Dark back streets and orange streetlights. It feels like we are walking the backs of houses and shops and restaurants. A deserted area. I am with with someone - possibly Emily or Louise. It strikes me suddenly how dark the shadows are between the pools of streetlight. Perhaps this is dangerous.
A man appears out of the darkness, intent on violence - perhaps this is a mugging. The man is tall and resembles Nick the folk singer, who I used to work with - but with a moustache. He is wearing some kind of beanie hat.
He pulls out a small knife and approaches us. There is some kind of scuffle. I am somehow on the floor, but he drops the knife, and I pick it up.
Another man comes out of the darkness to help us, and pushes the mugger back. I stand up holding the knife. The knife is small, and the blade looks blunt and inneffectual.
The mugger looks at the knife, and pulls out a hige machete concealed inside his jacket.

Gangs, Intimidation and Cameras (night of 16/07/2023)

I am living in a shared house - a detached one in what seems to be an urban area. This shared house is possibly connected to work, but I cannot recall which of my colleagues are in the house.
I do recall that Katy is in the house - Katy is someone I went to school with when I was a child in waking life, and I haven't seen her for nearly 40 years. In my dream she is blonde with wild hair. There is a flirtatious atmosphere between us. She lies on me. I pull her down and she kisses me lightly on the lips. I am pleased by this.
Nighttime, a sofa in the living room. The CEO of the company - perhaps on some kind of poster.
I need to leave the house - perhaps to go to a nearby shop or petrol station. I am confronted by a gang of dangerous teenagers on bikes who are involved in some kind of drug running crime. A feeling of intimidation. they are coming for me. I go back to the house, but my key will not work. The teenage gang are coming. I must hurry.
Attached to the side of the door is some kind of old school film camera. A middle-aged Japanese man comes up to me. He is interested in the camera. Despite the growing nearness of the teenage gang, I stop and talk to him, extolling the virtues of SLR cameras. He is interested in buying the camera. I try to take the camera off the wall - this is somehow connected to me getting into the house and into safety.
A sticky, slimy part of the camera comes off in my hand - the film cannister or something seems to have rotted. I apologise to the man and explain that I have not used one of these camera for a long time.

The Haunted Lift (night of 15/07/2023)

I enter a lift at a hotel. I feel I am working at the hotel rather than staying there. Despite the fact that I can see no windows - the whole dream seemed to happen in the confines of the lift - it has a feeling of nighttime.
I press buttons on the life, and the lift seems to take me to other 'behind-the-scenes' levels - soemthing to do with 'engineering'. These floors do not seem to be 'above' or 'below' - but almost sideways. Strange figures come up on the lift panel. I am not meant to be on these levels. I press buttons, trying to get to wherever I am meant to be.
There is a sign on the lift about emergency procedures, advising that the safest exit route, and the correct place to meet up, is 'across the park' or something similar.
Perhaps I can just leave the lift and escape, and pretend I was never here?

Homeless Region (night of 15/07/2023)

I am homeless.
I am with other homeless people, sleeping in sleeping bags in a grassed area - rather like Hove Lawns. Someone says to me that it is good I am here, as the other homeless region can be violent and dangerous. There is a leader to this group of homeless people, a Greek looking man whose name is something like 'Jardin'.

Swans Like Fishes (night of 11/07/2023)

Some kind of wide shallow river running down rocks from what seems cliffs. There seems to be different sections to the river - some deeper parts. Dark, brown water. There are swans in the river - cygnets just reaching maturity, resembling adult swans, but their plumage is jagged and grey. Their entrance into adulthood seems to involved some kind of ritual involving other swans. A vague feeling that this ritual is aggressive. The swans twist and turn in the deep water like fishes.
There are people here. I am here too, though do not seem to know the other people. There is also a black goose who stalks at me in an aggressive fashion, pecking my ankles. Initially alarmed, I take a step back, but realise there is nothing to be concerned about, and the goose loses interest and walks away.
I notice that some people are walking through what I thought were deeper parts of the river, but I can see the water is only a few inches deep, and it is possible to walk through.

Bouffant Man (night of 05/07/2023)

 A cheesy looking man with a bouffant hairstyle. Possible leather jacket. Looks 1980s. big cheesy grin.

Records In The Supermarket (night of 03/07/2023)

There is a record stall in the supermarket,reminds me a little bit of the old Woolworths in Uxbridge. . I flick through the records hoping to find a copy of Immortal's new album. I do not find it - there seem to be lots of metal bands with black and white covers. I also see a copy of Brazilian hardcore / thrash band Ratos de Pauro for £30. I wonder who would pay £30 for a Ratos de Pauro album.
I have a feeling I am meeting Jenna and Ellen. An image of myself walking between big grey buildings, possibly some kind of bus station. There is an autumnal twilight feeling to everything - grey light fading. A soft dreamlike atmosphere.
(The following is possibly connected to the above dream...)
I am showing people at work my latest purchase from eBay - a green spaceship I used to have when I was a kid (and recently bought in waking life from eBay too). The work interior is dark, and feels like early winter. Along with the green spaceship is some kind of white spaceship, and maybe a toy van. These came with the green spaceship I wanted.
I play with the white spaceship, wondering when the last time I played with a toy spaceship was.

A Return To The Top Corridor (night of 02/07/2023)

One of my recurring dream-themes is that of a haunted top-corridor in either a hospital or educational institution. I haven't had this dream for many years.

I was back in Worcester University - though it bore no resemblance to it's waking life counterpart. I was with Graham and his wife Clare, and also Kirsty Bishop. It suddenly struck me that I had not visited the haunted top corridor for a long time, and wanted to do so - a sudden thrill of fear and excitement at the thought of this. Graham was initially enthusiastic about doing so, but soon changed his mind as he needed to get home. Kirsty showed more enthusiasm.
We headed up the stairs, but everything had changed. We looked down from some kind of gallery onto a huge futuristic complex - like a sci-fi filmset from the 1980s - all walkways and shining neon lights. I noted with interest that there were only single people walking about. It seemed hard to know if we were accessing the haunted top corridor or not - the stairs went up and then down again. There was a pleasant feel about the future complex.
Graham had agreed to give Kirsty a lift home. She may have been living in Yorkshire.
(The following is probably connected to the same dream...)
Because I had left the interior of the university, I now needed to queue up to get back in again. Long queues of people. They are charging 50p to re-enter the premises. Do I have enough money on me or will they accept a card payment? My parents are somewhere behind me. I would like a cigarette, but do not want my parents to see.