Swedish Woman (night of 19/05/2025)

With Alice, walking toward the fields beyond Diglis footbridge.
A man and a woman turn up - blonde hair - dressed in white. They are the 'twins' - who me and Alice talk about turning up in waking life. It is unclear if they are twins in the dreams. The woman certainly is Sweden - unsure about the man. Her name begins with S - something like 'Schell' perhaps?
Lying down ina  field. We kiss. I am happy.

Fragments (night of of 04/05/2025)

 Lying down with a woman with dark hair. She is forbidding but strangely friendly. Her face filling my vision. Nearly kissing her.

A new record store - one of a chain. I am pleased by this though wish it was an independent store 

The Embroidery Group (night of 04/05/2025)

 I am with Mum joining some kind of embroidery group. The group meet in what feels like is a vast city train station. Mum talks to the woman she has been messaging online. The woman is rude to Mum - some imagined slight. This makes me angry. People lining up in rows of two. I think about my embroidery project. I hope it is good enough.

Sitting in a room. I sit apart from them. I am angry with the way Mum has been treated. I am glad when we leave.

A cityscape at night.

Shared House Disorientation (night of 04/05/2025)

 I am walking down the hallway in a student house I live in. I turn off the light - I will be able to get to the living room in darkness. I do so, and with a shock realize how dark it actually is. Is that a dark something at the end of the hallway? I ignore this and carry on. I think I enter another small hallway and turn the light on. The living room is not where I expect it to be. It looks to be someone's room. People sitting on the bed. I realize that by walking the hallway in darkness I have disorientated myself to the extent I no longer recognise the layout of the house. I try to trace my steps from the front door. I do not know what is going on.

The shared house is somewhere within my old school, Forres Academy. No waking life resemblance. In my dream I marvel at how different it is. It feels amazing to be back here. Walking through a vast hallway that looks like some ancient - but futuristic - Grecian architecture. Figures in robes, reminiscent of Star Wars somehow.

Walking across a vast space. Everything begins to whiten out. I cannot see. I am not too concerned by this. Male figures appear - bounty hunters? Some kind of rocky desert terrain? The male figures are violent towards me. I am violent back. Smashing his head again and again.

The Overgrown Plants Lead Me To The Dark Attic (night of 30/04/2025)

 Looking through a window into a garden area. Huge weeds with thick stems reaching up to the level of ther window. It all looks quite clean. Then it seems I am looking into some kind of indoor cupboard - the same place. The plants seem even taller - I can see on the other side of the plants neat piles of comics. How will I ever get my comics out? Wait till the end of summer? - I realize the plants ar egrowing so much because it is summer. I think about cutting the plants dowmn, but the thought makes me feel guilty.
I realize I can go up into the 'dark attic'. I have not been up there for years. The Dark Attic scares me - but also fascinates me. It seems I need something from there. The Dark Attiuc can be accessed by a set of carpeted stairs in a clean white hallway.
I enter the Dark Attic - a sudden image of a dark man stood in a doorway - a silhouette. Some kind of guardian of the attic. The threat is somehow not real.
I find my self poring over words written on a page. I am vaguely aware I am dreaming. I can make out the words, which surprises me - I should not be able to do this in a dream. I cannot work out what the words are saying though. Symbols coming into focus in another language.