The town by the sea
I was driving. North, I think, on a wide and busy motorway. At one point I was overtaken by James May, who was being filmed as he drove. I knew this because there was a television in my car and it was showing coverage from inside James's car. He had a glove puppet on one hand, and they were filming it from an angle that made it look like the puppet was helping him drive.
The road came to huge suspension bridge, hung over a ravine. The crosswind buffeted my car, the bridge had no guard rails and I feared any second I'd get blown right off the side.
On the other side of the bridge the road suddenly became a lot narrower, winding it's way through increasingly hilly countryside. Soon the road became so impassable that I abandoned the car and took to a bicycle. I turned a corner and found myself in the middle of an open-air wine tasting festival, being held precariously on a hillside. Someone handed me a glass of red wine and I drank it as I cycled, it was quite good. I was just starting to pull clear of the group when a lady shouted that I wasn't allowed to leave with the empty glass. So I handed it to her, noticing in passing that she was my Aunt Mary.
The path reached a high ridge, I stopped the bike and looked down the ever-more-rugged landscape to the sea far in the distance. It was too rocky now even for the bike, so I started to travel on foot. I had to get to the sea.
I came apon a little black kitten, and we decided to travel together, for mutual benefit. He helped me by finding hidden paths down cliffsides and stepping stones across streams, I helped him by keeping him hidden in my jacket when we passed big evil dogs.
We got to the town by the sea. It was barely a line of houses, sheltered close behind a concrete sea wall. The wall was so tall that it loomed above the rooves of the houses, keeping them in permanent darkness. The sea was so high it reached to the top of the wall, and stormy waves crashed over, soaking the houses. They wouldn't last much longer.
I explored the flooded and gloomy streets of the town for a while, stopping briefly in a sodden and darkened pub full of sullen people.
Finally I took shelter in a caravan further up the hillside. As the kitten looked out of the window and mewed at the big evil dogs that passed, I read a magazine that I'd found. In it was a story about the town, the writer confirming what I knew: the town was doomed, the sea was getting too high, and it would keep rising. But people were already building new houses at the new tideline, and laughing at the old townspeople, who'd stupidly built their houses too close to the sea.
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These days I don't often have dreams that I can remember. Last night I had that one, and in my mind it feels like it lasted all night. I've actually edited it down because I know that other people's dreams are tedious at the best of times, but I had the strange urge to document this one.
I'm not a big believer in dreams having meanings... but can anyone make any sense of that lot? :-)
The road came to huge suspension bridge, hung over a ravine. The crosswind buffeted my car, the bridge had no guard rails and I feared any second I'd get blown right off the side.
On the other side of the bridge the road suddenly became a lot narrower, winding it's way through increasingly hilly countryside. Soon the road became so impassable that I abandoned the car and took to a bicycle. I turned a corner and found myself in the middle of an open-air wine tasting festival, being held precariously on a hillside. Someone handed me a glass of red wine and I drank it as I cycled, it was quite good. I was just starting to pull clear of the group when a lady shouted that I wasn't allowed to leave with the empty glass. So I handed it to her, noticing in passing that she was my Aunt Mary.
The path reached a high ridge, I stopped the bike and looked down the ever-more-rugged landscape to the sea far in the distance. It was too rocky now even for the bike, so I started to travel on foot. I had to get to the sea.
I came apon a little black kitten, and we decided to travel together, for mutual benefit. He helped me by finding hidden paths down cliffsides and stepping stones across streams, I helped him by keeping him hidden in my jacket when we passed big evil dogs.
We got to the town by the sea. It was barely a line of houses, sheltered close behind a concrete sea wall. The wall was so tall that it loomed above the rooves of the houses, keeping them in permanent darkness. The sea was so high it reached to the top of the wall, and stormy waves crashed over, soaking the houses. They wouldn't last much longer.
I explored the flooded and gloomy streets of the town for a while, stopping briefly in a sodden and darkened pub full of sullen people.
Finally I took shelter in a caravan further up the hillside. As the kitten looked out of the window and mewed at the big evil dogs that passed, I read a magazine that I'd found. In it was a story about the town, the writer confirming what I knew: the town was doomed, the sea was getting too high, and it would keep rising. But people were already building new houses at the new tideline, and laughing at the old townspeople, who'd stupidly built their houses too close to the sea.
...
These days I don't often have dreams that I can remember. Last night I had that one, and in my mind it feels like it lasted all night. I've actually edited it down because I know that other people's dreams are tedious at the best of times, but I had the strange urge to document this one.
I'm not a big believer in dreams having meanings... but can anyone make any sense of that lot? :-)
Labels: dreams
I think it means to stay off the cheese!
Did you need a pee???
the various people/animals you meet in your dream are representive of real people you know, or they could be aspects of your actual self, so in a sense, James May is someone you know or even a represenation of a part of you. bliemy eh?
so, and bear with me for this could be a long reply, James May possibly represents how the outside world could view you ( hence the television ), the view being that people think you're doing things relying on a helping hand when in fact you're doing it all yourself, so erm....yay you! go girl..and all that stuff....
or it could just mean that you like the idea of James May using a puppet to drive a car....
i could go on and on about this stuff, sometimes i can do dreams so if you want i could try and interpret the rest, although it may all be just vague nonsense :)
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