working on it

So yesterday I dreamt of Derren Brown, a little eye contact and shared understanding, but nothing else.

Last night I dreamed:

I had to euthanise my Grandmother (an imaginary one, none of my real ones thank goodness) by lowering her into a crocodile infested pond. This was normal, was what happened to people and was considered humane. (!)

I then realised I was supposed to be doing a degree as part of my work and hadn't done any of the work. I still had to go the year end feedback summary though - so I had to go and see my old boss from programmes. He gave me the nicest hug in the world. (In real life he looks like he gives the best hugs, I'd like a Charles hug.)

Then I had to go and see all my "work" on display boards - my colleagues were trying to say nice things about it, despite it being incomplete and rubbish.

Then I saw another colleague was giving "my" family (a mother and father and a young girl in a pink dress) all my feedback - like parents' day. I went and challenged him, saying just because I was mentally ill, he didn't have the right to do that. He apologised and took me off to see my work in his lock up. We went there and I had to wait for him, so I went and sat on his ginormous horsehair, scratchy sofa/bed. I woke up later (in dream) in bed with him, snuggled up against his back. Completely innocently, fully clothed, but his girlfriend was standing over us looking cross.
(In real life I would NOT like to be snuggled against this colleague in any way shape or form!)

Strange,

Sometimes my subconscious is kind to me. I spent a good chunk of my sleepytime entwined in the arms of Danno/Scott Caan. Not in *that* way, just in a kind of crisis, emotionally interdependent can't bear to let go while dealing with this trauma kind of way. It was very explicitly stated in fact, that we weren't together in that way, just needing the body contact. Good times!

(At one point we backed into a doorway to hold/comfort and then realised it was the doorway to a war vets shelter, and we had to move aside for a vet, who reached out and touched Scott on the shoulder in support, before going in.)

Sometimes dreams are the lovelymost.

( I mean, look at those arms, who wouldn't want them tight around you in comfort and warmth? )

Dreamt: A supernatural episode - very ghostfacers-y in terms of production values. At one point the SPN males held hands and ran to catch a baddie, which they did by encircling him. I watched and thought "They look like they had fun making this one". Then they had to make a cake in the form of a batered and torn London underground seat. When they finished Castiel walked up to Dean and plunged a knife into his chest and carved a slice from him and started to eat it.

Odd.

(this was a dream on migraine meds though, so might explain it!)

I lay in bed in the early hours of this morning, feeling waves of... strangeness wash over me. Each one came with this bizarre feeling of weightlessness and as wave followed wave, I began to realise that with just a few more I would be able to lift myself off the bed, levitate if you will, to the ceiling.

I was aware of my body and my bones, I could feel myself touching the mattress beneath me, and the sense that this contact was reducing with each mysterious wave. My arms were moving upwards from my body and I was getting closer and closer to being able to rise.

Towards the end, each wave brought with it a burst of heat and arousal, it was so intense, the wierdest sensation ever.

I suddenly felt overwhelmed and scared by it all and I had a choice between continuing or stopping it all and I made myself move and shake off the weightlessness.

Looking at it now, I can only conculde that I *must* have been dreaming, but I wasn't.. I was in bed, I knew how I was laying, I could feel the covers and the pillow and, oh it was just odd.

So after dusting with Jensen, my dream self obviously decided it needed to be a bit more upfront.

I spent the first half of my dream getting up close and personal with a rather nice (imaginary) chap. Or should I say *nearly* up close and personal. At the point where things would have been getting interesting shall we say, my Mother started banging on my dream bedroom door.

Not to be deterred, my dream self decided to opt for something a little more self managed... I spent the remainder of the night hunting for batteries. The *moment* I found them, a strange old woman knocked on my front door and handed me a bedraggled blue fur creature that needed caring for.

My poor unsatisfied subconscious!

Supervising an offender - such passion. Heated glances, lingering accidental touches, inconsequential chat and walking the long way round when we needed to go to external appointments. All with the knowledge that nothing could come of it. So tragic. One final farewell hug, outside a supermarket of all places.

Then we parted. Will Young (but not him him, and I.

WTF dream self?

They did a big robbery and faked their deaths in the process, then escaped into oblivion with their money. No woe at all. Hurrah!

Then I spent the rest of the night fighting giant alien manbug things, before getting captured, placed in a cae with lots of other people and drowned. Not so hurrah!

I've never watched anime or manga, I haven't watched cartoons since I was a child and I don't play computer games - yet last night I dreamt a complicated story where all the characters/particpants (except me, though I never saw myself, I was just pov) were animated.
Even to the extent of having some effects drawn on - ie a light flare would be drawn starlike on the end of a chracters cigerette.

I got a job working for Prince Charles because I happened to have the right trousers on. I kept saying that I had a job and didn't really want to have dinner with Charles (which was the main duty) but didn't get very far with my protest.

Simon Pegg and Nick Frost were in a children's playground with thug types in it who were threatening to cause trouble for them, so they started snogging to deter them, this went on for a while. I wasn't complaining.

I was a shaven headed man being threatened by another, he was leaning in and whispering threats so close to my ear, lots of aggressive posturing and close close contact, and all I could think was how sexy it was instead of fearing for my safety!d

In amongst a dream of mundane moments and low key nothingness... Dean and Sam, brothers only nothing more) were in a store of some description, with the proprieter hitting on Dean heavily and without subtlety. Needy. And Dean just reached out a hand and snagged Sam's fingers with his own, saying "I'm good, thanks." And Sam just went along with it.

I don't know. Just a moment.