Dream 56: Prince Charles, Nac Mac Feegles, Gyms and Hairdressers
I had this dream on 29 August and I'm just writing it up now a few days later. I made some notes but not all of them make sense - here goes....

We were having dinner with Prince Charles it was fairly informal and we chatted pleasantly for a while until there was an elbow incident. I can't recall exactly what happened but it revealed us to be frauds. Prince Charles was then drugged and fell asleep. Me and some others were plotting his kidnap it had something to do with retrieving some paintings and we were to use Prince Charles as ransom, but there was disagreement on how to go about it. The paintings when we looked at them were enchanted. They seemed to be ordinary portraits but as you stared at them they became animated and turned into creatures called Feegles which looked like small odd people or a nice-looking Golum - they had googly eyes! Through these creatures you could then communicate and travel across worlds. The paintings had mistakenly made their way into the Royal collection and we had to try and get them back.

Then I was in a gym. I kept trying to get to different classes. It was very busy and every time I turned up at a class the instructor wasn't there, but there was a class going on in another studio which I couldn't get into. One of the instructors was JP (a real life comedian) she was in another room and being very hyper, energetic and to be honest irritating. I went to one class which was meant to be low impact but the exercises were so weird I didn't want to do them. I tried to get some water at a water bar but that didn't work out either. I then went downstairs and under a balcony there were little cubicles which you sat at and looked into. There was a display of Nac Mac Feegles (thanks to Terry Pratchett!). It was a tiny landscape which looked at first as if it were made by kids with bits of left over household rubbish. But if you watched very closely you could see it was real. This was the Feegle world and the more you watched the more you were rewarded. Initially there were little light displays then more sophisticated signals came through together with sounds and then the Nac Mac Feegles began to go about their lives as if by allowing you to watch it was a gift. I was enthralled. In a booth next to me was JS (another real life comedian). We nodded to each other as we had discovered the secret. There were people having drinks above us on the balcony and they were deriding anyone down below looking at the 'stupid toys'. J and I exchanged another knowing look. After an elaborate display a drinks tray came around in front of me. A gin and tonic was poured as if a thank you or reward for watching.
Then there was rumour of a running class, I wasn't sure if I was up for running since I hadn't done much recently but it was supposed to be taken by Jimmy Saville and there was a buzz about the gym. I followed groups here and there but to no avail there was no class. I got a brief glimpse of Jimmy Saville but that was about it. I ended up back at the Nac Mac Feegle display. However this time when the drinks came round it was offering tea, but someone had sabotaged the display and the cup was missing so the tea poured everywhere and ruined the Feegles little world in a flood of brown liquid.
The next part of the dream was like a TV program where parts of the dream I could see but I wasn't in. So for instance in the 'program' I saw there was a body buried under a floor in a house, however my character in the dream had not seen this scene. I suspected there was a body and I had to work out the clues to prove it. I was in a town scape where some houses and people were set in medieval times and some were modern day. There was a hair dressing salon around which the drama was centered. I was well known in most places and had to disguise myself in order to discover where the body was and who had possibly murdered her, it was not clear if she was dead or alive. I was plotting to cut my hair very short and jagged. It was white blond by now and I was going to use the excuse that my little sister had started to cut my hair by mistake and I desperately needed it fixed. The hacking of my hair was supposed to be enough to disguise me from those who knew me. I had to find the body and possibly save her or save others. I kept seeing parts of the program I wasn't in and trying work out the clues to reach her.