Ambulance from hell
I was dreaming of having heart problems as my chest muscles have been feeling sore. Also PDP as have just exchanged emails with a friend who had a heart attack 2 weeks ago.
Then in my dream, my young son starts writhing in pain in his chest and arm. We were staying at my parents house and I called the ambulance, asking if they would pick us up on the main road a few hundred yards away. We now had to walk to the road. My youngest daughter was with us too. We see the ambulance go past as we approach the road and hope that it will come back to find us. My son is still in agony. Then the ambulance does return and I flag it down. My son has forgotten his pain now and enthusiastically climbs into the ambulance. I follow and ask my daughter to go back home thanking her for coming along.
As we get into the ambulance the actor James Nesbitt gets out.
In the ambulance, which was more like a minibus but with steps up, there were a few other people, all a bit weird. Two women seemingly with psychotic issues were sitting there with their arms raised in front of them like they're doing impressions of ghosts. A man looks a bit strange too. The ambulance man straps my son into a seat. I just seem to be standing there. Next thing I look and my son is not so much belted to his seat but held against a metal grid like an element in a toaster. It was pretty gruesome.
Crap at golf
It was sunny and I'm outside sitting at a table in a public place. Possibly by the sea. There's a game which is a table-top golf game, computerised but played on the table (somehow) and I've found a way to win. I'd just got a good score and now a DC on my left has had a go but I beat him. The strategy only works on course number 6 which also had a name - something like "desert sands" but maybe not.
Another DC arrives and sits on my left and again I set the game up for course number 6. He'd played a few shots but I remembered now my winning strategy. I evacuated my bowel and placed the lumps in this container attached to the table and underneath it while he wasn't looking, as I had done before. My score raced ahead.
I didn't like the first dream. All sorts of PDP. My son saying he was desperate for the loo when were were out but then forgetting when we got home was a bit like him sometimes suffering in the dream. And me making him walk in pain to the main road was like me walking him home yesterday.
That aside, it was the ambulance that was strange. It was full of weirdos and didn't look and feel like a nice place to be. Something along the lines of "The haunted house on the hill". Whatever part of me that represents, it's not a nice part. But it is a part than needs care seemingly.
The second dream was just plain strange.