Isadore

I was in an old-fashioned pub which was typically dimly lit. Next to the bar was a smaller room where I was positioned in the dream. With me was a clown-like dummy which always had it's finger pointed upwards.

In the pub was the man who plays Gaz in Two Pints. He had temporarily lost his eyesight. As it started to return, he saw me and the dummy from where he was stood at the bar. He looked somewhat annoyed and then started towards us.

I was in my living room which was as brightly lit as it usually is in the day time. My partner was there and she was talking to someone else in the room, aside me. I think this was my dad but I don't remember anything else.

I broke through a window with my head. I was then trying to climb through it without cutting myself on the edges. I lifted myself through using my arms alone, which was difficult because the gravity was messed up. My hands grinded against the sharp edges of the smashed glass as I attempted this. Finally I got through. I brushed some powdered glass off my hands, which were completely unharmed.

This dream was set in what I think was supposed to be my grandparent's old garden of their old house. The lay-out was generally the same. I entered from the backdoor on the far right of the garden. In front of the door I saw the path leading left around a mounted flower bed. The path lead to stairs which, in turn, lead to the rest of the garden.

In the dream it was the middle of the night. The only other person there was my friend Fred. He was over by the stairs whereas I didn't move much from the backdoor. There were no other people. There were only animals. A lot of animals. The garden was literally packed with them. On the mounted flower bed before me were what could only be described as giant rabbits.

The rabbits were by far the biggest of the animals. There were also lots of flying creatures such as bats and a lot of insects. Nearer Fred, along with the giant rabbits, were a lot rat-sized creatures which I don't think exist in the real world. They reminded me of scorpions but without the stinger or pincers. They looked to be mammals by the looks of them.

Fred and I spoke about how it was weird that in the day, this garden is completely void of animals but at night it's literally packed! Fred reached out and stroked a giant rabbit, which to my surprise, started growling at him like a dog.

It was the middle of the night. I was standing on a long dirt road with high bushes either side. It was very brightly lit on the dirt road but it was so dark that you could see nothing beyond the bushes. My grandparents were picking me up in their car and giving me a lift somewhere. When they arrived, they were not their jolly selves. Something was wrong but I can't remember what it was.

I had a dream that Kayako, girl from the grudge, who was presumed to be gone for good, was seen in a reflection and had thus started hauting and killing.

I was in a house which was just two doors down from mine.It was grey and bland - there was no real life in the way the house was presented. There were two significant rooms in this dream. They were both big living rooms. One was upstairs and had a TV in the corner. There was also one downstairs which had a huge table in the centre.

There were people in the house. There was someone at the table downstairs. There were 3-4 people upstairs, one of which was pregnant, who was sat at an armchair across from the television. I could see Kayako in the TV set, which was off. When she attacked, she came out of the pregnant woman's mouth in a process which turned the woman's face grey and evil.

I moved downstairs to leave the house. There was a body on the floor which I forced myself not to look at, remembering the way the woman's face changed upstairs.

Thinking I had escaped, I was now outside a massive building with huge windows all around it. I looked into the dark window and saw the frain reflection of Kayako stood behind me.

I was on my sofa in my living room facing the television. I was waiting for my partner, who was supposed to be coming over for the night. Then my phone started to vibrate. It was her. She said that she couldn't make it and that she'd be over on Sunday instead (which was the next day in this dream). I said that was fine, trying not to sound as disappointed as I was.

After she hung up, I decided I would text her to tell her not to bother tomorrow. I felt as if she wasn't interested and always had better things to do than see me.

I was in a room which looked like a big warehouse. It was extremely bland. The walls were a light grey, as was the floor. From what I remember, the ceiling was very high. It was very well lit - almost too bright for such a room. With me in this room were my parents and my partner. There were others but I can't tell who they were. My partner and I were sat on the bare floor whereas everyone else was stood up around the space of the room - some in groups and others alone. My parents were stood together.

My partner and I were smoking. I figured after all this time, my parents have already begun to realise that I smoked so I went ahead and carried on smoking my cigarette.

in real life, my partner and I have been smoking a lot recently and I don't really want my parents to find this out

Myself and a bunch of my friends were in a field. It was a bright day and we had set up tents for the evening. One of my friends, Fred, had found out that someone had broken his glasses. He had picked them up and the arms had fallen off them.

I dreamed that I was on a bus heading towards some far away location (On the Isle of Wight, where I live, the furthest place from my house is a town called Ventnor. I have a feeling that this was the location in my dream).

It was late at night and so outside the bus, with its bright lights running down the interior, it was extremely dark. We were near the sea at this point - it was just beyond the houses and shops in front of the bus. By these houses I could see a friend of mine and her boyfriend, who I never got along with. My friend, Tash, waved and I waved back. However the bus wasn't going to get any closer to the sea and it turned right and carried on down that road.

I don't remember getting off the bus but suddenly I was entering a house. The house was dark and dingy like most places in my dreams. In this house were my friends Fred and Hannah. They were hosting a party in this house and in some of the rooms I passed, I saw other participants. Most of them were on a sofa or floor with duvets and pillows. I sat on the floor on some pillows and a duvet. There was a laptop on the floor in front of me. The screen was bright compared to everything else. It was extremely big and chunky and seemed to be on four legs like a table. That's all I can remember.

I dreamed that I was in an old, dimly lit, large room, crowded with people around about my age. In the middle of this room was a large wooden table at which some of the people were sat. Others were sat on the edge of the table and some were on the floor. Everyone there was drinking heavily - I think it was some kind of party. I was sat on the floor with some others. From where I was sat I could see a door at the other side of the room which lead out into a dim corridor.

The only person I recognised there was my partner, who was sat near me. Everyone there was drinking strong alcoholic drinks apart from me and my partner. From my bag I took a large bottle of Coca Cola. Some of the guys sat on the edge of the table started to make fun of the fact that I was drinking Coke rather than alcohol. One of them kept pushing me with his foot as I was trying to drink from the bottle. In this dream I was wearing a white tee shirt with an Incubus print on the front (I slept in this very shirt this night). Finally, the Cola was splashed on my shirt and I got extremely angry.

At this point there were significantly less people in the room but still roughly ten to twelve other guys and my partner. I stood up and threw the bottle as hard as I could at the guy who pushed, causing the splash. It hit him and knocked him to the floor. My partner and I began to leave when the guy got up. We exited through the door on the other side of the room into the dark corridor. In this corridor, there were other doors either side of the narrow foot-way. The guy followed and threw a punch. I successfully avoided the punch and landed a kick to the side of his head. He fell back slightly and managed to move forward. I raised my leg and my knee collided with his head and knocked him down completely.

Out of the darkness came a dark, middle-aged lady who looked far too happy to engage in a fight. She had a slightly excited expression seeping through her cold, stony face. She attempted to grab me but I pushed her and tried to push her back with another kick. She grabbed it and pulled. I put all my weight onto my leg and we both hit the bare floorboards. I was trying to kick free when I woke up.