Ok, you're probaby wondering about these mulitply entries... well I've been trying to see if dreaming during the day has any effect on the proceedings and to honest, I'm not sure what difference they make? I think its actually going to be bad for lucid dreaming, since I've not a full 8 hours rest apart from my first entry, the others only roughly 2 hours.
26/10/2005
Dream 2: Was riding a car throughout a town that I'm not sure even exists (although my dream referred to it as Gosport I know the place well enough to say it bares no resemblance) whilst hearing my dad's anecdotes that he was meeting people living in the same place all with some strangely related surnames... Clays, Mitchell, Vincent, then the Vincent-Clays, Clay-Mitchells, even a Mitchell-Clay-Vincents unaware of it.
For some reason I got stuck in the town after midnight and began to run down a long street, more resembelling Lee seafront than anyplace else. It was night and I remember it being so dark and mysterious. I was running, wearing my normal clothes, but had that long coat (again) and black fingerless gloves (I have these in real life but not normal wear).
A single car went passed me, then suddenly over my head a plane started to descend and land down the street, over which I heard almost like a flashback voice about the plane having a tale like that of the Flying Dutchmen; passengers of a Dutch Airlines flight unable to leave forever. (Ironic name eh?)
For some reason I chased after the plane as the road and town vanished leaving countryside that isn't there in real life (although the far horizon of Southampton Water with buildings and refinaries lit up at night remained) and with minimal but obviously superhuman effort I pulled the plane to a halt. I tapped on the window, for the first time wondering what on earth I was doing? I saw curtains not over the window and peered in and wondered for a moment if everyone was indeed dead? But instead as I looked I saw people seemed to be alive, just frozen in place. I looked in the door, briefly wondering if that there was stuck in a kind of temporal sinkhole and walked in...
Then they started to come about whereas I was frozen, maybe I'd taken whatever was affecting them, maybe I was just reassimilating to the slower timeframe? I felt myself slightly able to move and muster up a "Hi, help me!" before...
I was randomly back in town again at an early part of the dream. I heard a random story that sounded like a cheesy 1960's or early 70's sitcom about a man living in a house inherited from his Great Aunt Agnes with random ghosts of maids and other assorted family members and people that can see him. It also came complete with a lame jingle theme intro...
"He got this old house, from his Great Auntie Agnes,
Up in the sunny confines, of a place called Skegness
Her will told him not to say, that they were related,
Members of the house, would have had him sedated,
These members of the house he suspects, are prisoners of house arrest,
Probably for haunting people, as they're getting dressed.
Ghosts who unlike some, make more noise than a mouse,
This is why there are locks, on every single room in the house."
I woke up and was actually glad I did! Werewolves, angelic wars, the Flying Dutchmen; Anything but that part of the dream! The horror.. the horror!
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