Dream 31: Weird Operations
I was in a hospital and was being shown revolutionary techniques which reduced bruising and swelling and vastly aided recovery after operations. A woman came out, she said she’d had a lump on her spine. She had a normal head but then she was just a spinal column. The vertebrae only, covered in skin as normal but there was no other body there at all (no organs either) and the spine just went down to her pelvic bones. She did have arms and on the top around the biceps and triceps were a series of tubes. They were made from her own skin and they wound out and back into her arm in a tangled confusion like very large fat tubular spaghetti. The tubes were about two or three centimetres in diameter and there was series of switches and taps which regulated them. It seemed to filter the blood and other body fluid so eliminating the swelling and bruising. It was fascinating, very graphic and real, but when I woke up I also realised it was a bit weird.....

Dream 30: Celebrity Come Pooing
P and I were taking part in the Celebrity Come Dancing event. We were in a large hall with a big dance area and were being put through our paces with other couples. The dance floor was covered in water so we were dancing in the water as well as on the floor. I really needed to poo, but we had one more dance to do. A bit of poo dropped out of my bum (no knickers!) and on to the dance floor. It was floating around for all to see. Then another bit dropped out while I was trying desperately to stop it. There were then several little brown lumps floating around the dance floor, but they weren’t all mine I was sure. It was impossible to tell where they had come from but Bruce Forsyth came up to me to accuse me and started having a big rant. I thought, oh no I’ve blown it in the celebrity community now.

Dream 29: Peace in Wales
I seemed to spend nearly all my sleep-time dreaming last night. The first was an enormously long complicated affair involving gangs, fights, loads of violence in general, and some criminal activities. I can’t really remember the details now but it was certainly entertaining. There was an interlude in the middle where my dreaming took me on a very different path but that too has gone because I was woken sharply by a noise, which is frustrating...
The next dream involved me and P coming home from somewhere, we were walking down a street laughing conspiratorially as if we’d got away from something we hadn’t been enjoying by making our excuses. It was the sort of relief you get when you’ve been bored to death by an event or party and have managed to leave early but fairly graciously.
We walked past a bus stop. There was an old man with grey stubble on his head and face. He had piercing blue eyes and was full of malice. He stuck his leg out at us but Paul pushed him back, quite viciously.
Next thing we were in a lounge room. The old man was sitting in one armchair right next to us on the couch. Another man was sitting beyond and next to the old man. He was like the big boss. It had the feel of the mafia and the old man was the tough guy. We talked for some time and I realised that P was paying money to their syndicate. I then had a recollection in the dream of some of the direct debits from his account, there was a close up of a bank statement with various debits which I scanned. There was one I always assumed was something else but it was connected with this group. I couldn’t believe P would be involved in anything criminal and/or violent so I wanted to see what it was all about. The old man was trying to menace and threaten us. He asked some question and I replied that perhaps he was too old to be the hard man and that he was pretty ineffectual if his display at the bus stop had been anything to go by. I thought P would back me up, but he diplomatically side-stepped the issue and tried to get onto why we were having the meeting. There was more cryptic chat between the boss and P. It turned out that the fund P had been contributing to was for Peace in Wales. I thought: I didn’t know Wales was at war or under any sort of siege, but it seemed like a good cause and at least it wasn’t funding drug running or something.

Dream 28: Sushi in the Pool
We were settling into a new house so things were a bit chaotic. We had moved near my family so various family members were milling about (some were more or less like my real family some weren’t). My dream mother announced that they were planning a wedding for us, even though we were already married. To me this just seemed an unnecessary addition to the confusion of setting up a new home.
I went to collect a car. I was my (real) old car which I had sold. I parked the car outside and visited a pool seemingly attached to the new abode, but also part of a resort or hotel. It was pretty busy. I got back to my bedroom and there were two wedding planners there. They had strewn stuff all over the floor in amongst the boxes and general unpacking. I was commenting that our wedding should be easy since we were already married and I didn’t want the usual dresses and so on. The assistant said she had just the thing for me and pointed to a pile of clothes on the floor. They looked like fairly ordinary clothes in blues and greens. She also had a single yellow flower wrapped in a large amount of tissue paper. I couldn’t see enough of the flower to identify it and then she hid it from me, presumably saving it for the ceremony. I started to go out of the room thinking that I wouldn’t worry about the wedding, I’d just turn up and see what happened. Except that I wanted to check with the woman in charge that God was not to be involved or mentioned in any way.
I went back to the pool for a quick dip. It was early evening and getting dark so I was hoping it would be quiet. But it was even busier. There were lots of young people there. One girl was done up in professional looking togs, cap, goggles but she looked nervous. She did a kind of flat back dive and flipped around so her head almost hit the side. I thought she needs someone to show her how to do it properly or she’ll really hurt herself. I walked round the other end to find a spot to get in and swim. Another sporty young woman was sitting on the edge on a towel near the steps, there were a few others with her. As she was sitting there she was doing back somersaults and landing back down seated. Every time she did it there was a slapping sound. It was irritating and she looked like she would do damage to herself, but she thought it was funny.
I hadn’t brought my goggles as I was just going for a dip. I got in but was forced to swim underwater to avoid all the others. There seemed to be legs everywhere. Then I ended up doing a weird style of doggy paddle so I could see and swim and avoid everyone else. It was most unsatisfactory.
When I got down towards the far end, I realised why the pool was so busy, it was Sushi Night. They had these large pale wooden structures which were temporary benches and tables with rows and rows of sushi bowls. The bowls were blue and white, a cross between Chinese and Japanese styles. Each structure had five or six rows of benches on top of each other so they went quite high and there were quite a lot of the structures around the end of the pool. The effect was hundreds of sushi bowls in rows both along and up like some giant sculpture or installation. Only a few people were actually eating, although most in the pool would probably eat later. I swam around the back of one of the structures in a queue of people. We went past a serve yourself coffee area with biscuits and cakes, all still in the pool. Although I was just trying to swim I glanced at an unfortunate cookie thing which had seen better days and somehow ended up with it in front of me on a plate.
Later I was back in the car with P. I started to reverse, but it was slightly out of control and I looked forward to see my old car setting off and turning right at the end of the road. That was supposed to be the car I was driving. The one I was actually driving was similar but not the same. As I was still reversing I was saying to P that the keys must be so alike they worked enough to open the door and start the car, but they were making it drive oddly. I wanted to stop and go forward to catch the other car and swap over. I was slowing down trying to stop us continuing back when a man’s face loomed large in the opposite back window and said you’d better stop there. There was a car behind. I was in the process of stopping when a real life noise outside, which sounded remarkably like a small crash, woke me!

Dream 27: Murder and snippets
There's been a bit of a hiccup in the posts. Been travelling, not able to access the net and so forth. Also my dreamworld has been disrupted because of the travelling, sleeping in strange rooms and keeping odd hours...
Here are some snippets I can remember from dreams over the last couple of weeks.
I was backstage during a theatre show and I saw a women murder someone. She didn't see me. She was ruthless, efficient, strong and deadly! I think she cut the person's head off, but that scene is hazy now. I was very scared not only for myself but for the rest of the cast. I manage to tell each of the cast and crew about her. Later we were inside a very large shipping container. It was open on one side and we were on a beach with the sea lapping close by. Some of the cast had killed the murderer. She was in various pieces, head, arms, legs etc with quite a lot of gore involved. They were trying to squash bits of her into various boxes due to be shipped. There seemed to be more bits of her than for just one body and finding hiding places for her was tricky. A couple of the actors were trying to dissolve some of her in barrels (of acid presumably). I was worried about getting caught, but I also objected to them killing her. They said it was justified because she'd killed the other person and would have gone on to murder the rest of them. I didn't agree saying it made us just as bad as her.
In another dream snippet I was arrested by the police (not related to the above!) but it was a very odd interrogation involving machines and things. It was discovered I was pregnant and I ended up in a hospital, being examined by more strange machines and passed from one department to the next. There was some mystery about having become pregnant and what exactly I was carrying, it not necessarily being a human embryo.
A further snippet involved my sister in what looked like an old fashioned bell diving suit although it was meant to be very high tech. She had to dive into a large area of recycled water, but it was basically sewerage.
I know I had some other interesting dream escapades, but they elude me now. I hope to get back on track with remembering and recording so please stay tuned.