Cheese: (Cheshire approx 70g)
I was in a very tall building in Los Angeles and there was a Terminator on the loose (like in the films), but this Terminator was not Arnold Schwarznegger, and he also seemed to have a sense of humour.
I got in a lift in the building to try and escape, but the Terminator got in the lift on another floor. I decided it was best not to let on that I knew he was a Terminator so I tried to be nonchalant and not let on that I knew.
He started cracking blue jokes, which were actually quite funny, so I didn't need to feign laughter. I noticed that the lift was moving up rather than down, and we were heading for the top floor.
When it stopped, I got out and wandered off. The building was very high and I there was a great view over the whole of LA. I looked down on big wide highways and the traffic which seemed to be speeding down them, there seemed to be a sense of panic on the streets and I wondered if there had been a whole invasion of Terminators.
I decided to head off and try to get to the airport. As I went back to the lift, the Terminator was there again. This time he seemed to be using the lift as a gigantic bomb. He was loading it with explosives.
He then got in it, shot the cable and the lift disappeared down the shaft with an almighty explosion at the bottom. I figured it was probably best to take the stairs. I hurried down many flights of stairs. At the bottom, there was a gunfight going on between security forces and the terminator. I escaped from the building as fast as I could.
I headed to the airport and got a flight back to Heathrow - although I remember very little of this.
At Heathrow there were problems with connecting flights up to my hometown. The flight took off, but had barely got off the ground when it had to make an emergency landing.
One of the other passengers told me about a secret labyrinth that could get me home - if I could find my way through it. Against my better judgment I went in to the labyrinth. It seemed to be a series of rooms, and each room was some sort of puzzle that you had to solve to get out.
At this point it all becomes a bit of a blur. There was one room that was full of shoes, and I had to put on the correct pair of shoes to get out. Another one was a game of rugby at a high school. Another involved giving some ex-workmates a lift down a road on the side of a big lake.
The last game was in some sort of town centre when I bumped into some old school friends. I figured out (I'm not sure how) that I needed to go with them to a coffee shop and order a black fruit smoothie.
Once I'd done this, I walked out of the coffee shop and was in my hometown and caught the bus home.
Freakiness: 7
Nightmare Factor: 8
Amusement Factor: 3
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 4
Vividness: 6
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Monday, 20 September 2010
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Franz
Cheese: Cheshire (approx. 50g)
In what was a truly bizarre and disturbing dream, many things happened, and on waking I found it very difficult to piece them all together.
The central theme of the dream, as I recall, was my 10 year old ethnic Bolivian second cousin was marrying his 34 year old primary school teacher, and to be fair to my little cousin, she was an absolute hottie. However, everyone, including myself, was very concerned at the prospect of a ten year old boy getting married.
There were many comings and goings as we tried to get to the bottom of what was happening, and indeed how such a union could possibly be performed. My cousin didn't care though, despite being only ten, the benefits of shacking up with a red hot babe were clearly not lost on him, and he was truly excited by the prospect. He seemed to be genuinely enamored with his would-be bride too.
The wedding was clearly very close, as everyone was dressed in their finest and we were in some plush hotel, which I could only assume was the wedding venue. While all this hoo-ha was going on and everyone was trying to get to the bottom of what was happening, I suddenly noticed German football legend Franz Beckenbauer, the only man to captain and manage World Cup winning teams.
However, this was not Franz as he is now, but a much younger Franz early on in his playing career (well before growing his ridiculous 70s sideburns). I got talking to him, and he told me he was there as a guest of honour at a football tournament going on in the hotel grounds. He said he could show me where the tournament was happening.
As we walked out of the hotel, I asked him if he was going to return the 1975 European Cup to its rightful owners. He smiled and mumbled something about it not being his fault. He said he got the ball when he brought down Allan Clarke, I said 'That's absolute bollocks, he did you like a kipper and you were nowhere near'. He smiled again.
Round the back of the hotel was a massive field with about 20 5-a-side pitches and game happening on all of them. As I wandered round, I noticed one team had a few guys I was at school with in.
One of them was taking a throw in, and managed to throw it from nearly the half way line right into the net. The referee correctly disallowed it as you can't score from a throw in.
Freakiness: 8
Nightmare Factor: 6
Amusement Factor: 3
Enjoyability: 4
Coherence: 3
Vividness: 7
In what was a truly bizarre and disturbing dream, many things happened, and on waking I found it very difficult to piece them all together.
The central theme of the dream, as I recall, was my 10 year old ethnic Bolivian second cousin was marrying his 34 year old primary school teacher, and to be fair to my little cousin, she was an absolute hottie. However, everyone, including myself, was very concerned at the prospect of a ten year old boy getting married.
There were many comings and goings as we tried to get to the bottom of what was happening, and indeed how such a union could possibly be performed. My cousin didn't care though, despite being only ten, the benefits of shacking up with a red hot babe were clearly not lost on him, and he was truly excited by the prospect. He seemed to be genuinely enamored with his would-be bride too.
The wedding was clearly very close, as everyone was dressed in their finest and we were in some plush hotel, which I could only assume was the wedding venue. While all this hoo-ha was going on and everyone was trying to get to the bottom of what was happening, I suddenly noticed German football legend Franz Beckenbauer, the only man to captain and manage World Cup winning teams.
However, this was not Franz as he is now, but a much younger Franz early on in his playing career (well before growing his ridiculous 70s sideburns). I got talking to him, and he told me he was there as a guest of honour at a football tournament going on in the hotel grounds. He said he could show me where the tournament was happening.
As we walked out of the hotel, I asked him if he was going to return the 1975 European Cup to its rightful owners. He smiled and mumbled something about it not being his fault. He said he got the ball when he brought down Allan Clarke, I said 'That's absolute bollocks, he did you like a kipper and you were nowhere near'. He smiled again.
Round the back of the hotel was a massive field with about 20 5-a-side pitches and game happening on all of them. As I wandered round, I noticed one team had a few guys I was at school with in.
One of them was taking a throw in, and managed to throw it from nearly the half way line right into the net. The referee correctly disallowed it as you can't score from a throw in.
Freakiness: 8
Nightmare Factor: 6
Amusement Factor: 3
Enjoyability: 4
Coherence: 3
Vividness: 7
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Dreamer's Block
I've not posted for a while, mainly because I haven't had too many dreams that I can remember clearly enough or were vivid enough to post. I've been very busy with various other things, so Cheese Surfing has taken a bit of a back seat, but I hope to get things back on track.
Cheese: Cheshire (approx 70g)
I was in an airport with my Aunt and we were boarding a plane to fly to New York. When we arrived we were met by another Aunt - my Aunt who lives in New Jersey and is on the other side of my family. She was waiting for us in a white Cadillac, and it seemed apparent that the three of us were going to take a road trip across the US together.
Very quickly we seemed to be on a fairly desolate highway (despite starting on the Eastern sea board, which generally does not have such roads). I was driving and the three of us were chatting away. Iggy Pop's 'Passenger' was on the stereo.
We stopped at a number of Motels along the way to be greeted by varying degrees of inbred hick morons, whom we tried not to offend in fear of them chasing us with shotguns. Unfortunately in one place the said idiot hicks did get upset and we had hot foot our way out of there, jumping in the car and driving off at great speed.
The hicks got into their pick ups and started to chase us. What had started out as a pleasant road trip seemed to have turned into a cross between Thelma & Louise and The Hitcher (although Rutger Hauer was nowhere to be seen).
Looking back at the hicks in my mirror, one of them seemed to be Kiefer Sutherland, and he was shouting at us, but we couldn't tell what he was saying. One of my aunts and I started shouting back as we have links to Sutherland clan, and we thought if we could persuade him we were one of his clan he might stop wanting to kill us.
At this point, I realised that they were driving properly crap pick ups and we were in a pretty quick Cadillac. I just put my foot down and they soon disappeared from my rear view mirror. Shortly afterwards we came to a junction that sign posted Los Angeles one way and San Francisco the other. I commented how there was no way I was going to choke on smog and get shot by a crack dealer, so we headed towards San Francisco.
It wasn't long before we were heading into San Francisco and driving down the ludicrously steep streets. It did occur to me that we'd driven across America in absurdly short space of time. We parked up and there was a gay club across the road. My aunts were well up for going in for the comedy value. So we went into the gay club which happened to have John Barrowman DJing. At this point I decided there was no other course of action available to me other than to get raucously drunk. Which I did with aplomb.
Freakiness: 6
Nightmare Factor: 7
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 5
Vividness: 7
Cheese: Cheshire (approx 70g)
I was in an airport with my Aunt and we were boarding a plane to fly to New York. When we arrived we were met by another Aunt - my Aunt who lives in New Jersey and is on the other side of my family. She was waiting for us in a white Cadillac, and it seemed apparent that the three of us were going to take a road trip across the US together.
Very quickly we seemed to be on a fairly desolate highway (despite starting on the Eastern sea board, which generally does not have such roads). I was driving and the three of us were chatting away. Iggy Pop's 'Passenger' was on the stereo.
We stopped at a number of Motels along the way to be greeted by varying degrees of inbred hick morons, whom we tried not to offend in fear of them chasing us with shotguns. Unfortunately in one place the said idiot hicks did get upset and we had hot foot our way out of there, jumping in the car and driving off at great speed.
The hicks got into their pick ups and started to chase us. What had started out as a pleasant road trip seemed to have turned into a cross between Thelma & Louise and The Hitcher (although Rutger Hauer was nowhere to be seen).
Looking back at the hicks in my mirror, one of them seemed to be Kiefer Sutherland, and he was shouting at us, but we couldn't tell what he was saying. One of my aunts and I started shouting back as we have links to Sutherland clan, and we thought if we could persuade him we were one of his clan he might stop wanting to kill us.
At this point, I realised that they were driving properly crap pick ups and we were in a pretty quick Cadillac. I just put my foot down and they soon disappeared from my rear view mirror. Shortly afterwards we came to a junction that sign posted Los Angeles one way and San Francisco the other. I commented how there was no way I was going to choke on smog and get shot by a crack dealer, so we headed towards San Francisco.
It wasn't long before we were heading into San Francisco and driving down the ludicrously steep streets. It did occur to me that we'd driven across America in absurdly short space of time. We parked up and there was a gay club across the road. My aunts were well up for going in for the comedy value. So we went into the gay club which happened to have John Barrowman DJing. At this point I decided there was no other course of action available to me other than to get raucously drunk. Which I did with aplomb.
Freakiness: 6
Nightmare Factor: 7
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 6
Coherence: 5
Vividness: 7
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