Another weird dream for you guys (all two of you!) this week/month/year/century. Well, I say dream. It’s more like dreams. Had a very strange week, sleep wise.

So the first one of the bunch was one I had on Monday night. I was apparently in Canada with my family. In the dream, that is. We can’t have everything we want. So, yes, Canada, but not as we know it. In fact, this dream version of a Canadian city (I believe it was supposed to be Vancouver or Victoria or thereabouts) looked for all the world like an oversized version of… dammit, what’s the name of it…. this square in London with all the lions and the fountain and the National Gallery and whatnot. So lots of huge grey buildings with columns and a big wide square and all of that stuff. Most emphatically NOT a Canadian city such as Vancouver of Victoria.

So me and my mum are in this big square in Vantoridon (heh, see what i did there? Sorry, ahem, won’t happen again), and we go into this big arty museum place. We completely ignore the barriers and ticket things and go straight in. A bald security guard stops us and asks us to pay for tickets in a frankly ATROCIOUS French accent. Obviously, my subconscious is both ignorant and racist. Ho hum. We can’t pay in Canadian Dollars because we don’t have any. He accepts a number of Euros (which he somehow worked out the exchange rate for DOWN TO THE CENT. IN HIS HEAD) from us and we go on our way.

Suddenly, we’re on a little side street. The guard is hanging out with us, wearing a raincoat, which is on backwards so the hood hangs down his front. He says he’s part of an underground resistance group working to overthrow the fascist government (LOLWTF!?).

We go into a building and up to the top floor and in to a room. Then, I’m alone in the room. The room reminds me of one of the bedrooms at my Grandma’s house in good ol’ Lichfield. It has a dartboard on one wall, a pool table, a dull red carpet and dark walls hung with odd little pictures. All along one wall is a line of cupboards and draws. There is a single, largish window that looks out over the rooftops. I go to leave, and remember that I’ve left my laptop behind. I get it and go to leave again. I stop. The stairs curve downwards into a circular room. There is a light down there, casting the shadows of a group of sitting figures up on to the wall in front of me. I listen, and notice that they are playing a roleplaying game (possibly Call of Cthulhu or Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay)

That’s the end of that one. I had this next one the following night after falling asleep to a Call of Cthulhu Audio Game podcast (Tatters of the King featuring the Bradford Players: http://www.yog-sothoth.com/local_links.php?catid=4 ), waking up an hour and a half later and putting my laptop away, then going back to sleep.

As with any dream, I started in the middle. Ah well. So, apparently me, Cait (desertislanddream on YouTube) and her boyfriend Dan ( on YouTube) are comparing scripts and such. Cait is showing us the location much of her script is set in: a miniature forest made by one of her relatives (I think it may have been an uncle). So, as anyone would surely be able to do, we APPEARED INSIDE THE MINIATURE FOREST, except it was all big now, conveniently. None of us question this. Me and Dan remark upon the skilled construction of the miniature, and for some reason Cait looks mildly offended.

We’re walking along a path in the gigantic miniature forest beside a sort of low dry stone wall. I can’t remember what we were discussing. A pygmy starts following us around. Suddenly, the solid ground gives way to wet swampland. Several more pygmies appear, but Pygmy One says the others are dangerous. They chase us, and I struggle to get over a small cement pyramid protruding from the water, with a pygmy scrabbling after me, gnashing it’s teeth (more ignorant racism. me and my subconscious are going to have to sit down and have a nice long chat one of these days). I wade through the water, holding a TINY LITTLE COW in one hand above the water. I deposit the TINY COW on a piece of dry land and see several more TINY COWS and also some TINY SHEEP and some TINY PIGS. It seems my subconscious is also a sucker for cute cuddly miniature versions of farm animals, as well. Great. Just great. This may have been inspired somewhat by Minecraft, even though I haven’t played it since before the Halloween update. Hm.

And that’s the end of that one. Let’s see what the next one’s like, eh? Actually, come to think of it, I don’t think I want to…