memorable

I’m on a train, but it’s the outside of a freight train. Either I had this dream another night, or I had it earlier this night. There were others with me on the outside, incl. (I think) Homer and Marge Simpson. We’re just powering through country in a wide, gravelled, multi-track rail path. At one point, Homer jumps off and into a bin (green recycle, and the lid closes on him). I tell Marge to do the same.
I make my way along the train to the front – the engine seemed to be at the back. I don’t remember feeling wind, or fear for that matter. As I get there, someone cries “look out” and a brace myself for another tunnel (from earlier in the dream?). Actually it’s a very small looking station, and we stop at it. I remember seeing the orange, hanging board (what for?) past the traffic lights and trying not to hit it when we stop.



As I get off the train, I fall and get entwined with a black/yellow striped pole. I don’t know where it came from or what it was for. Someone I knew helped me out of it. As I was leaving the platform, I saw an old friend cross in front of the entrance in official rail uniform. I saw another old friend and female looking down the tunnel so I veered off right. Ticket office? I may have asked where the toilet was, then went to the right passageway, maybe to the toilet. I came back and Lily (from HIMYM) was at another counter sorting out ‘papers’ for this other girl e.g. Passport, driver’s license, ID. I went somewhere and come out on the roof where she was standing, facing away from me.



She was maybe wearing a fishing hat and some form of baggy dark trousers. Over them she had some sort of green and yellow baggy short shorts and her top was possibly one of those tank tops with straps. The view looked Tuscan, or Renaissance, partly reminiscent of Dubrovnik, but with towers and such. She turned round and maybe smiled at me. Not sure when, but probably at office with Lily: There was a flash when I said something about her dancing. It was all blue and monochrome – high angle, tight cropping – she may have been wearing aviators, and she was dancing. Then cut back to the rest of the dream, whatever it was.

I wrote this some time ago, but not in my offline DJ:

"I had a dream that made me sad when I woke up. I don't remember when I dreamed it, but I recently remembered it. It wasn't the dream itself that was sad, so it wasn't that my day was affected by something imagined. However, the emotions in the last moments of the dream did stay with me at the instance of wakefulness. In the time just after realising you're awake but before you realise where you are, I went from so unbelievably bliss full to hollow and empty feeling.

I don't know how the dream started or where it went to get to this final point - it's probably inconsequential and certainly nonsensical - but at the final point in my dream, I was happier than I can remember being for a long time. My dream was very simple, I think, but since I only remember the last moments I can only say conclusively that the idea was simple. In the dream I was seemingly as I am now apart from one single difference. You may see it as minor or you may see it as major. I was married, presumably, and holding the love of my life who was pregnant with our first child. I remember the sunlight on her face and her smiling. I just felt content, and wished things could stay like this for ever.

Then I woke up. Not like being torn away or fading out but instantly jerked into that semi-concious state, one moment there, the next here. I realised I was alone and wondered why. Then I realised I didn't know this woman and couldn't remember her face. How could I forget her? Finally, full conciousness hit and I remember life as it is. I realised that I had been dreaming. In the moment I remember being the saddest I have been in some time. I remember feeling hollow. Then I got on with my day, and forgot about it, mostly."

That was the most emotially intense dream fragment I've ever had. I don't know what made me remember it now, but when I do remember it, I feel sad. It sounds cheesy, but I can still see her face, when I remember this dream.

This is my first post... Anything in italics is a real-world/waking thought and not in-dream. I'm just going to copy-pasta from my offline DJ, wall of text alert:

Sunday, 27 February 2011
I was in a building, quite possibly a university building. I start in the foyer/atrium and go up 3 flights of stairs and down a few corridors. Cannot remember why I was there. After some time I realise I am lost and take some random turns and staircases believing them to be correct. On one staircase there’s a midlevel kind of lounge with a glass wall overlooking the atrium. MF (not seen in years) is sitting cross-legged reading a book with headphones on, on a big chair at small table.

Find myself in an office-y space with quite a few people working (normal desks but long). See H and SB standing at the corner of a table. S is wearing flowery dress. Go to talk to them. Cannot remember what they asked. I responded with something with “well I’ll just go out with –“ listed 3 celebs (racking brain) and leave. Walk between desks and window (about 30 ft), turn left at end and path is blocked by tall thin metal cupboard. Stop and rest hand on desk next to someone and realise I’m holding my calculator. Go back the way I came where H asks me if I’m lost, to which I said that I’d find my own way out. Then Gwyneth Paltrow stands up (was sitting next to H and SB, working, wearing tight black normal clothes) and says that she’d take me, and something about playing sweethearts? I don’t want to take here hand (mine are sweaty as usual - hyperhirdrosis) but she doesn’t offer. Calculator no there anymore. Takes me down corridor a came in by, then left, which I also came down but which now seemed really long. She takes my hand and jogs down the corridor through a few double doors. Corridor alternates between shadows and well lit (over distance not time).

Maybe a few more open spaces to the right, doors to the left. (may have gone left down some stairs to another identical level heading perpendicular.) Tunnel get smaller and thinner and she tells me to watch myself and giggles (best word I can think of to describe it – lovers’ laugh?). no longer holding hands and she’s ten feet ahead of me now and tunnel is getting so sort I have to crawl, which she finds amusing (how I crawled). Then it gets really tight and she shouts words of encouragement but I get through. At some point in this, she had turned into Hayley Williams (hair from the last photo I saw of her, clothes from a while back – black stripy top w/red braces). Now all walls are carpeted but each “room” (no dividing walls/doors) is own definite but deep colour, everything seems spot-lit. Go past dark green room to outside dark red room to where Hayley is.

She asks if we should play ‘sweet spots’ or ‘sweethearts’ I can’t remember. I don’t know the rules so she demonstrates on someone who is now conveniently standing next to her (black girl, possibly from skins, in blue and black hoody). Hayley tells me that you poke someone three times – she pokes girl (who now has male chest, cannot see face) three times in the chest/shoulder, counting it out – then tells me to then name a sweet spot. I wonder what happens after that."
Wake up

I said that I had memorable dreams, here is the floor plan of the upper level:
http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/h.../floorplan.png
(not embedded, too big)
and a video:

It was all like a shoddy uni building – thin carpets, single pane glass in painted metal frames, very used table (could not see any graffiti though).