LukeSid

3.00AM
I think it was supposed to be Vietnam (certainly a far East dream) Apparently I'm a POW and I look out of my window (no bars Ed...where's the reality?) onto a river that looks suspiciously like the Thames (clearly Ed's using stock film)

A large US ship is steaming fast in my direction and I slip out of the window carrying a pillow (as POWs do) I ditch the pillow once I'm in the water and swim frantically (like a 70 yo can) towards the approaching vessel. It doesn't slow and I fear it might run me down but apparently I'm rescued (along with 2 Far Eastern women...who they were and where they came from I know not)

As we're being led away the Captain shouts to me "And don't let them fist you." What??!!

I often ponder if there is mystery in dreaming or whether it's just the mentally-challenged part of the brain routinely turning out schemas. The dream that showed hands (but showed them bandaged) The conversation about dreams (within a dream) The glorious part-view of the river-valley The teasing about being gay (I'm not and the teaser knows I'm not...that's me surely?)

I was going to do a late morning WBTB but an injured wood-pigeon in the garden put paid to that. Still trying for visualisation, still doing ADA, still thinking of shortcuts. I managed to remember to RC before getting up this morning...and I counted the pillows just to be certain.

Love it...It would be nicer with some lucids of course but what the heck...I'm still interested.