Blue Vein Waves

I had a seriously intense experience riding some sky high rich creamy blue vein Saint Agur waves. So good in fact, it was impossible to keep track of each distinct dream as they mashed together in sea of creamy blue mould.

Cheese: Saint Agur (approx 50g)

Dream 1

At the time this dream was very intense and vivid, but it became difficult to accurately recollect as it was the first dream of the night, and there were many more intense dreams afterwards.

It was again in a forest, and seemed to be based on what looked like some kind of track, maybe a mountain biking or motor cross circuit. I was with Helena Bonham Carter who was kitted out in full BBC period drama regalia, she was also talking like Lady MacBeth.

I think we were being chased around this track and we seemed to go round it time and time again, although her enormous period drama dress meant our speed was significantly hampered. Thank God William Baldwin wasn't with us urinating up against trees.

Whatever was chasing us never caught us, and eventually we ducked off the track and through the trees. We came out of the trees and were at some sort of very large open air concert or maybe a festival. We walked across the field to take a closer look.

We climbed a tree still some way from the stage to get a better view. The period drama costume was again problematic in getting Helena up the tree. Once we were in the tree watching the concert, I suddenly became aware that the tree was on the edge of a cliff, and there was a huge drop in front of us. This freaked me out rather a lot.

I climbed down from the tree and made my way to another stage (I can't remember if Bonham Carter was in tow at this point, to be honest she was starting to annoy me anyway). I made my way on to what I think was some sort of viewing platform.

The viewing platform seemed to consist of a load of vertical scaffolding poles, each with a metal plate attached, so I had to hop from plate on this platform which was impractical. Also given that there seemed to be huge drop below, quite dangerous. I don't remember any more of the dream beyond this point.

Freakiness: 8
Nightmare Factor: 6
Amusement Factor: 4
Enjoyability: 5
Coherence: 7
Vividness: 8

Dream 2

This dream was really bizarre. I was single handedly defending Castle Greyskull from attack - I'm not sure if it was under attack from Skeletor or someone else, but I was holding the fort. It was a bit strange because it didn't look like the Castle Greyskull I remember as a kid, but it was definitely Castle Greyskull.

The defences were elaborate and complex. There were a series of defensive walls, each getting progressively higher so it could shoot out over the one in front. Each wall had loads of cannons and slingshots which I was frantically running up and down and loading. I was mainly concentrating on one of the middle walls as moving between walls was too time consuming.

The attackers were off in the distance, I couldn't see who they were or what they were doing. I was also quite worried about defending the place on my own, but I kept loading as much artillery as I could. Eventually the army attacked and I had to wait until they were in range. Once they were in range I started firing the artillery at them. It was quite effective.

I had binoculars so I could see what damage I was doing. I fired one cannon and then watched the missile fly through the air through my binoculars. To my absolute delight it took Noel Edmonds' head clean off - absolutely ruining one of his vile bright shirts in the process.

This had a devastating effect on the morale of the army as they seemed to stop attacking and were all milling around wondering what to do without Noel Edmonds. I didn't let this put me off and kept firing at them. Eventually they just seemed to lose interest and wander off, my artillery fire seemed to be no more than a mild irritation as they apathetically ambled off.

Freakiness: 7
Nightmare Factor: 6
Amusement Factor: 8
Enjoyability: 8
Coherence: 6
Vividness: 6