Dream 26: Huge Waves and a Cruise Ship
I've been travelling for a few days, not much sleep and no dreams to speak off. Last night I returned to dream world though.
I was walking along a cliff looking down on to a beach. I was with someone, possibly a sister (not a real life one). The waves were quite big but they were building up close to the shore and dumping straight down, crashing on the shore but not travelling up the beach very far. We were commenting that they weren't very good for surfing. There were some people in the water but the waves were becoming more fierce. We reached the beach and started to walk across the bay. The waves were getting larger and larger. We had to walk further up the beach closer to the bottom of the cliff surrounding the bay. A wave crashed very close to us and we had to scramble up the rocks. There were other people trying to escape from the increasing severity of the sea.
We were almost at the top of the cliff by this time and someone shouted that a huge wave was coming. I looked to find strong hand holds on the cliff thinking I was glad I'd had a bit of climbing experience. I was shouting to people around me to get a good hold and grab on tightly. We could see the wave coming. Then it was on us swamping and pulling at us with enormous force. I was yelling at those around to hang on, but also being buried under the water. The wave pulled back a bit and I was aware of an ocean liner, a popular cruise ship being pushed slowly towards us. It was in the next bay but by now were were at the edge of the cliff which adjoined the bay. Another wave was coming in and the liner was going to be carried into the cliff and into us. The wave hit and I was deluged with water, catching glimpses of the ship crashing into the cliff and bodies being dragged off by the water.
Next I was looking down at a small man who had survived the ship wreck. The man was actually me and I was from Singapore. I was watching the man but also being him as the press surrounded him/me to ask me how I had survived. I didn't know if there were other survivors. I remembered what had happened but was very disorientated and I didn't want to speak to the press.

Dream 25: Arriving Home
This dream involved P and I arriving back at our flat where our friend J had been house-sitting. She explained there had been a few changes. The flat was nothing like any real-life home we've had and was full of people. One of the rooms, which had been spare and had been a connecting room to another flat, was now a band green room and the connecting room was a bar complete with band playing. There were some Jamaican musicians milling around and I could see and hear a sax player blasting out in the bar room.
The lounge room was converted into a bedroom with a double bed and single bed next to it acting as a sofa. J was asking me if I had something, she used a word I'd never heard before and went on to explain it was a type of camp or temporary bed. There was yet another person who needed to be put up. I was extremely jet-lagged and becoming stressed and upset by all these people in our flat. I went to the kitchen and J explained they were preparing a curry to welcome us home. I told them to make sure there was no meat in mine. P came up and produced two tickets to a show. It was for that night and I told him firstly we were too tired and secondly they had this meal planned. I spent the next while wandering about the flat trying to find familiar things. People kept approaching me and asking all sorts of questions. The feel of the place was extremely chaotic and I was getting quite ratty with people, but then explaining I'd spent 24 hours on a plane and I was jet lagged. I went out for a while then came back when dinner was ready.
There were loads of people at this dinner and the curry was being served. They were going to just fish out the vegetables from the main curry dish and give me that. I was appalled. I went down to the kitchen to see what J was doing as she's a veggie too. She was starting to prepare her own meal but didn't have enough for two. I was furious. We'd travelled all this way home only to find it overrun with strangers and J hadn't even made sure there was something I could eat. P then came up with some new tickets for an even better show later that night.
I drove off in my car and went into town. It was very busy with people too. I'm not sure what I did there, but then I was driving back towards the flat and on the bend of a small road P and J appeared. P was waving the tickets saying we were going to be late for the show and thank goodness I'd turned up. J was lagging behind and looking out of breath and red in the face as she'd tried to keep up with P (so not like real life!). I said ok give me a minute then drove off back to the flat, leaving them to make their way to the venue, I could feel J was puzzled and annoyed that I wasn't giving them a lift. I did something or other in the flat, I think I bumped into the musicians again, then went to find P and J.

Dream 24: New Camera Technique
Fellow blogger Cali turned up in my dream with a professional film camera. She took a shot which was only a few seconds long and turned the focus from wide to extreme close up onto a card. On the card was written some pithy, wise statement about life (annoying that I can't remember it now). It was the sort of statement which is witty but also very true and thought provoking.
Cali explained that the camera had very fast film and the shot was taken very quickly, but when it was replayed at normal speed it would be a long slow pan. She also explained that it would be played backwards, which would logically mean you would start off at the card and pan back, but actually in the dream it was somehow the other way round.

Dream 23: How Many was That?
I was lying in bed counting the number of people I had had sexual encounters with (not including teenage fumbling, just the hardcore ones!). I reached a certain number and thought I'd remembered everyone (there aren't that many, but enough....). Later I suddenly remembered another one. A very clear picture came to me of an encounter with a nice looking bloke on a beach and I thought to myself oh I forgot so-and-so. I was surprised that I'd forgotten and added him to the list. The picture in my mind of the event was so strong it wasn't until last night when I happened to be thinking about it again* that I realised it must have been a dream! I don't know so-and-so's name now and there was no such encounter on the beach (well not with him). It was quite odd because I'd started off thinking about my 'list' while I was awake - I was having trouble sleeping and it came to me for some reason - then I must have fallen asleep and dreamt up another one. I suppose he represents the encounters I've had with dream lovers....
* please note I don't make a habit of this pastime!