I just woke up and I seem to be drenched in sweat. Here's my dream:
I had terrible diarrhoea. Throughout my dream, I just... I was just crapping like nobody's business, but it was getting everywhere. I didn't go to the toilet. Or I did at first, and then spent the rest of the dream shitting as it all unfolded. It was getting between my fingers, down my legs, into my shoes. It didn't smell, but I felt kind of embarrassed... not that embarrassed, just a little.
This guy on a train looked at me a bit weirdly, but no one said anything or seemed to think that much of it?
I was with Troy and we kept needing to get trains. I remember the last scene, whee he threw my bag onto the tracks (containing £25 in it, for some reason) and while I was a bit miffed, I wasn't amazingly pissed off. However, I kept punching him in the head and then I got really worried that I was hurting him properly and started panicking about brain damage.
But when the train came, it was full. We were at what looked like my local station, which is the last stop (so it started going back towards Central London, in theory, I'm not sure that it was heading towards London, though... ), and this was a Metropolitan train and it was packed full of people in black t-shirts... I could only see their shaved heads and elbows otherwise, but they didn't resemble real people. They all got out of the train, kind of like one huge ghost and then the doors started to make that noise and I got scared and refused to get on it. I think we were on it for a little while, though? And I wondered if I'd get my bag back.
But then we got a boat instead... beautiful scenery, green and sort of... you know that painting by, erm, Claude Monet? The water lilies? I could have the wrong guy, but...
It was like that, we were on a canal barge, with a jagged yet broken top (there was nothing in the boat, really, but dark pink... maybe you'd call it burnt?... wood... maybe it was orange wood, I don't remember) and it was raining on us. Beautiful, but raining, yet I didn't care that much.
There was another scene where everyone was way taller than me but all "oh, I'm only 150cm"... I was like, "nah, I'm just under 5'4"... 162" and I corrected them and they felt more content knowing that they were taller than they thought they were, although I then got scared about my judgment. I have a feeling that I remember a pebbled bridge, sort of Tudor-y scene, at this point, but we were in normal clothes. I think I told myself this was China in my dream. I remember that I kept trying to travel between... unknown, my house, maybe? or area, my house never came into it... and somewhere in Northern England.
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Trains seem to be a recurring theme with me.
July 23rd, 2008 at 10:57pm