This is one of my earliest dreams, and i was probably about 5 or 6 years old at the time, very young, but this dream has never faded from memory at all. It takes place in a very old shop in my hometown, Evisons. In reality the shop sells working attire, school uniforms and camping equipment. However in my dream it is some weird museum, with nothing of particular interest, aside from a coat of arms, this big suit of armour which was posed as being seated in the middle of the room at this shop, which took place on the first floor at the front. Curiously, i begin to take layers of armour off, layer upon layer, until it reached the size of an action man, i removed the final layer to reveal my dad, in minature, who seems quite angry and is shouting and hollering as he runs around the room, blaming me for minaturising him.
In my dream, there are these big christmas tree shaped trees, with these large clear balls dangling off branches. The trees are extraordinary tall, 100s of meters high, and just as wide. These clear dangling balls have these little openings in them allowing me to slide in by floating up to these balls, the balls have warm water swishing about inside them and feel very safe. I float up to one of the balls and enter, but then i get stuck inside and i begin shouting for help. Then Lionel Blair appears from nowhere, dressed in his ill fitting suit that he wore a lot in the 80′s, together with his perfectly coiffered hair and sharp eye brows, and he begins shouting at me, telling me to be quiet because i am making too much noise and he cannot tapdance with such a din. I shout for help but Lionel gets angrier and angrier, slapping his feet on the floor and raising his eyebrows even further… Sadly the dream ends there! Lionel Blair, dont have nightmares... *The Yellow One*
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