A blast from the past, all with some relevance... apart from Lloyd Andrews!?

We were going paintballing, and by we I mean a lot of people from Rawlins, year 11 through to 13. It was a nice day and we were sitting on the grass waiting for our game time. A couple of girls were also there who none of us knew. There was a splash to the left, I looked over, and Elliot Lloyd had spilt his lemonade. Damn. He was trying to frantically pick it up before the remainder of the beverage had had time to seep away, down the drain of the house we were now sitting in front of. A house on a paintballing course; well why not?

Suddenly, people started shooting at us from beyond the walls of the paintballing game area, poking their camouflage heads up sporadically to add to the surprise. I found a gun next to me and started firing back I was pretty good! Eventually everything died down, although most people had retreated to the house. It was just Sam Beckett with a few others who I can't remember and one of the girls who we didn't know. One of the girls was very attractive, and the other less so. And by less so, I mean considerably less so. All I knew was that there was one missing, and without looking up to determine who, I picked up a letter addressed to her. I looked at the address and mistook 'Emesham' for 'Emmerdale'. Ice breaker.

After this small lexical blunder, and we'd been talking for some time, I noticed to guys sitting in a tree, just to the side of the house. They were in full camouflage, and were looking rather menacing. I notified my new friend about them, to which she retorted; 'Them!? They're about ten!'. We laughed it off, until one of them shot at us, with a rather powerful paintball sniper rifle. (This part I know is from Leon, the motion picture). Panic set in, the gun didn't sound friendly like usual paintball guns. As it shot each ball of mess towards us, the sound of death could be heard echoing off the tall trees. I shielded my new friend from Emmerdale from the fast approaching bullets; 1, miss; 2, miss; 3, that was a close one! and 4, a ricochet onto my leg from a near by rock. Silence.

At this point, the friend of the girl I was now shielding with my life returned, looking almost amused. 'You too are getting on quite well aren't you?'. 'Yes', her friend replied, smiling at me, looking deep down into my soul with her... piggy little eyes? It was at this point I'd realised I was with the considerably less attractive one. I made haste... hastily.

In the house, a covert operation of it's own seemed to be going on. From what I saw, I'd assume that the back garden was out of bounds, however Jemma really wanted to get out there, and Claire was covering her. Neither of them said a word to me, except telling me to 'shh!'. Their operation was complete, Jemma had made it into the back garden to eat her lunch. Wow.

She looked over and noticed me watching through the smeary glass kitchen window, she looked puzzled. I noticed that the kitchen floor was slightly slippery, and so did a little dance, using the lack of friction to my advantage. She laughed, and I continued, and found a new skill. Apparently, I can tap dance whilst lowering my self backwards until my head is touching the floor, AND return back up to my starting position. Who'd have known?

Shocked and taken aback by my new found party trick, I ran into the next room to show other people. It was dark in there, apart from one spot light. An interrogation scene.

Under the light was Sophie McEvoy's brother, someone who I haven't seen for at least 11 years. He happened to be Debbie's sisters boyfriend. I'm not even sure if Debbie has a sister to be honest.

I'm not sure what he had done, at this point things began to become a little less clear, as the men digging up the road outside my house became louder.

Oli was there, and Ben. Oli had a tattoo on his back, I assumed he'd had it done in Egypt. He saw that I'd noticed it and turned round to me, completely taking the menacing feel of the scene away. 'It's Lloyd Andrews, he so cool!'. Upon researching this bloke after awakening, I found out that he is and ex-ice hockey player from the early 1900's. Who'd have known?

The stress was too much, being presented with this archaic illustration of 'coolness' along side with the continuing crescendo of concrete being smashed outside, I didn't know what to do. I started tap dancing, before waking up.. and writing this.

'Did you put that bin there..?'

So I know this was a part of a longer dream, but I can only remember the last part. The estate agents came around for an inspection, without warning; the house was a tip. That annoyed me for a start, they're not allowed to come round without warning.

They brought a new inspector with them, and she was really really rude from the start and immediately put my back up.

I just remember her asking 'why the bin is like this..?' It was a small grey bin and it was resting on the case for my camera. She looked at me and accused me of 'placing the bin in such a manner'. I burst and shouted at her, telling her how dare she come to my house without warning, and then accuse me of things and

then I woke up.

Haha, most bizarre!

Catch up

I've been a little busy... and far too lazy in the mornings to write my dreams down. Here's a quick catch up and I'll make more of an effort in future to do it properly!

Mac Nightmare - Am I part of the British Secret Services?

This is the first nightmare I've had in a long long while. Probably about a year or so. It's strange how different things scare you as you change as a person.

I was on a train going between London and Loughborough, for some reason in my dream, Leicester was further North and was therefore the stop after Loughborough. I alighted the train at Loughborough, and as the train began to move off, I realised I had left my laptop on the train.

I instantly knew what to do; I grabbed a bike and biked as fast as I could to Leicester as well as ringing my mum to drive there.

Somehow I managed to actually beat the train to Leicester, and mum arrived about the same time. Upon arrival I didn't know which platform the train was on, so I took one and my mum took the other. I checked the train on one side, and mum checked the other one.

I checked the wrong train so I had high hopes that my mum had recovered my laptop. She hadn't, it had gone.

I then had a passage of time, in the form of a bit of text saying '2 weeks later' (typical editor huh?)

I was walking down Walden Road in Chislehurst with Ray and Andy. I had got over the fact I'd lost my laptop.. when suddenly I realised my DVD game project for uni was on it and I screamed so loud in my dream, with such a burst of adrenalin I woke myself up. I looked over to my desk to see my mac there, safe and sound, and went back to sleep.

Sketch show.

I can't remember any details from this group of dreams, but I know they were lucid. They were all very short and amusing, and it was as if I was just thinking up of funny situations and acting them out in my head to entertain myself. Really, really odd.

'A comedic, tongue in cheek tribute to sikhs'.

Short and sweet, I just had a mini-dream as I journeyed back to a conscious state incorporating things I could hear around me in the house. There was some sub-woofer on somewhere, and in some bizarre twist in the cerebral capacity, I dreamt that our Sikh landlord came round and saw a vibrating Gnome in the kitchen (It was vibrating in time with the bass pulses coming through the floor). For some reason I thought the landlord would be angry with us for the vibrating gnome, but in his words, he thought it was 'A comedic, tongue in cheek tribute to Sikhs.'

Wow.

Blog 1 - Superpowers, flood, restart and freshers.

Well this was a weird one!

I'm not entirely sure how it started out, but I know it went on to me and a group of other people having super powers and swanning around the o2, which might I add, was mainly flooded... in Weston Super Mare. Although my power was flying, I seem to remember I spent a lot of my time underwater - kind of propelling my self down from the air and launching myself into the water. Seriously, if life was like this it would be awesome.

I remember at one point, as I always do when I'm swimming, I wanted to see if I could sit on the floor, or in this case, the sea bed. I launched myself in and remember slowly floating down and down, sometimes sliding along the canvas of the o2's exterior. I remember reading people's thoughts from inside the o2 - they were panicking. I finally got to the bottom and just sat there. Out of laziness, I couldn't be bothered to resurface, despite the whole 'death thing', so continued sitting there, slowly running out of oxygen. This reminds me of when I was born; I always say I was too lazy to breathe on arrival to the planet.

Someone swooped down into the ocean and saved me, claiming that I was trying to commit suicide. I obviously tried to tell them that this was not true, I was simply lazy, but before I could finish my utterance, my voice was overwhelmed by a large round of applause. It was all an act, and we were performers.

We met after the show in a place I believe was Quorn park, back in Leicester. There was a mixture of people from my life there; people from uni, as well as a bizarre bunch of people that I went to school with, and haven't spoken to for years. It was one of these people who tried to give me a t shirt with the name of my character on and my power. Upon looking around I saw that everyone else also had a similar themed t shirt on. He looked for ages in this gift bag for my t shirt, but it didn't exist. I seem to remember there were generic souvenirs for the show too, but I can't remember what they were, maybe small books?

Out of good will, he gave me the whole bag full of various spare t shirts. Win!

Cue Alarm. I woke up. I decided to return to sleep in an attempt to resume my dream, which kind of worked.

I was on a double decker bus with Andy. (I don't know why he was there, he wasn't in my previous dream as far as I can remember.)

We were on our way to freshers, and we eventually arrived. I'm not exactly sure on what the visual location was, but it wasn't Rave, even though it was. We were dressed in neon clothes and sunglasses. It was raining outside.

We got off the bus and I realised I forgot my bag full of t shirts! I asked the bus driver if I could get back on and he said 'yeah whatever' and walked off. I then learnt how to open a bus door. I got the bag, realised the bus driver had left people locked on the bus, let them out and headed off for freshers. The last thing I remember was checking Facebook and seeing Andy's status as 'I thought tonight was wicked until we got here and had to hide like we were in Peterpan...'

The end.