More dreaming

I've been dreaming about people I haven't seen for years a lot recently. Mostly ex boyfriends and mostly from school last night the star of the show was Neville Barker, but in my dream his name was Dennis. My dad had moved in to his house not as his Mums new beau but as a lodger. When I told Nev this he asked me my Dads name and I told him that his name was Dennis too. It was strange indeed. They lived in the block that my Nan and Auntie actually live in in Hackney and I was there one morning trying desperately to get Neville’s attention, I got a phone call from my agency asking me if I was still looking for work and I kept walking in and out of rooms trying to find an empty one or at least one that was quiet enough to hear her in. My cousin followed me and kept singing at the top of her lungs so I held the phone on my shoulder and forcefully told her to shut her cake hole. Next thing I know I was in the front passenger seat of a car with Nev driving and some other people in the back. Nev disappeared and I had to slide over and drive the car, it was on a motor way and I was trying to make it stop so that someone who knew how to drive could take over but because it was a manual and in a high gear when I put my foot on the break it accelerated. So I had to take my eyes off of the road to change gear, I went straight from 6th to 1st and hit the break again just as we skidded into a police cordon. I was going to get arrested. I don't really know what happened next as its 11.00 and the memory is fading.


Another one I had recently involved a riot at Islington Green School and me being in year 7 or 8. I was walking towards the music block and Sam Kenny was under the shelter with Andrew Afxentiou (how do I remember not only these names but the correct spellings?!?) and he said that he didn't want to go out with me any more. I said fine and went into the music block looking for Leo. That dream was a few weeks ago now so I don't remember it clearly at all. I’ve had lots where I was back in Haverhill and, obviously, Nash was in them but I feel they were more focused on the dog I used to have while I lived there. A beautiful German Shepherd who was my best friend and a support for me when it all went a bit Pete up there. I can't describe her properly, there simply are no words that describe what she meant and I'll only cock it up if I try, just think of the most special person in your life then imagine that relationship but they don't expect any thing from you, they don't lie or cheat or disappoint you-EVER. Now you have some idea.

The most bizarre dream was where I was going out with my first ever boyfriend, he was a boy called Roy and he was in my brothers class at school-primary school! We were both grown ups in the dream but I knew it was him. I had to tell Nash (whom I had gone to see) that I had a new boyfriend now and that we were finished but he kept talking about decorating the living room and how his Mum had said this or that.

I wonder what it all means, if it means anything at all. Maybe one day I'll look them up in a dream dictionary. I can only write out what physically happened and that fades quickly, but with this as prompts I will remember the emotions I felt in the dreams (the bits I can't write out, not because I don't want to but because I'm not particularly eloquent) and, maybe, understand what they mean about what was going on in my waking life at the time.