House Hunting and various

Not very coherent dream. Very rambling. I begin at my Dads house, we talking, he’s giving me a choice between two options, not sure what they were though.

I am in the back garden. There is a large dog lying on the lawn, grey with a tight curly coat and a red collar. He has come from down the road. I see that there are no fences between our neighbours gardens and that’s how he got in. He gets up and jumps into K.s garden. I think he is going back home.

I’m asleep in Graces room. I am wearing my black underwear with the white lace edging, I’m admiring my figure in bed. My Dad shouts me to get up.

There is a girl now working at my Dads factory, he is talking to her on the phone. He hands the phone to me. She is very young, she has long dark straight hair. She is new there. I think my dad wants me to be friends with her. I’m asking her questions, if she has done this or that. I’m trying to tell her what there is to do there, but she is suspicious and thinks I’m a mole for my dad and that I’m trying to find out if she’s been skiving. I ask her if she’s been into town on her lunch break. She says no. I say it takes 15 minutes to walk into town so she’s only have about half an hour to play with.

I am with two women, we are looking around a house. I think one is J. from my art therapy group. The other is a friend but I don’t know her very well. I think an old man used to live there, he must have decorated it himself. He had very strange taste. There are book shelves lining the upstairs landing. The wall behind them is red with vertical strips of black tape. The books are old, they are bound in black leather with gold embossing. The house feels a bit creepy to me. I don’t think I’d have liked this man. It is a very narrow corridor. I see J. come out of a room further down, she is smiling, she seems to like the place.

I am outside, I am on some kind of skateboard with handles. I have caught up with these two women. I’m not sure where they have been or where we’re going. It is a grass area with a path going through the middle of it, next to a middle class housing estate. The path slopes down then up.

We are in a house, I’m not sure if this is the same house or a different one. We are looking at a bedroom. Everything in the room is bare wood, the floor and the furniture. J. likes it. I think whoever lived here must have been a carpenter.

I am in some public toilets (not sure at what point this is in the dream). I have some shopping bags with me. I go into one cubical I am trying to shut there door, but people can still see in. I go into a different cubical. I am trying to put my bags by the door to keep it shut, but it seems to far away. The shape of the cubicles looks wrong.

Twitter

Strange dream. I’m not in a real place. I think I’m in the sky. I see blue sky and starts, like the background I’ve just changed my twitter profile. I see a small square photograph of a woman with brown wavy hair with a centre parting. It looks like a young version of my mum. It looks like the kind of image people put on their profile of themselves. She is smiling. I am scrolling to the top of a long list of messages. There is another list of messages, one or two look like they are popping out, like a game of jenga,

My sister L. is there. I am telling her about a job I’ve applied for. She says it will be okay, I’m not going to do what so and so did.

I see a guy drive his car into the wall of a pub. There was one guy drinking a pint by the window but he gets away with just scratches.