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minervasoloI have been dreaming a lot recently. Last night I first dreamed about the car breaking down and not being sure which number to call, and mum being annoyed because my mobile was running out of battery.
And then I dreamt we were in Falmouth (cornwall) and the sea was very very wild. Choe and i were sitting on a rock maybe two hundred above the sea and one hundred metres back from where the sea usually stopped, and we got doused with spray. So we went to the eitght floor of the apartment block/hotel where our grandparents lived (except in real life they actually have a house) and insisted mum come and look too.
Rather than taking the exit out of the hotel that went led back to where Chloe and I had been sitting mum insisted on taking the lift to hte seventh level (where the car park was) and then walking down the stairs the rest of the way to hte ground floor. Well the car park was interesting. I think mum wanted to check on the car, so we looke through the doors, about to go in, when a car was washed past by a wave. The sea was inside the car park, and people were still trying to drive around. A bunch of families were standing at the back, al very wet, all very scared.
So we continued on downstairs. At about floor three we found teh hotel bit, and incrediblynice!Jess was there, along with a girl who looked a lot like her but was wearing comically large glasses, with one square frame and one circular frame.
Eventually we got outside. The sea had calmed a bit, but it was still impressive. Chloe and I eventually made it back to our rock (which before had been a grassy mound, but was still the same place, honest). I started texting Anria to tell her about the sea, but my phone batteries were still low from trying to call for a mechanic in the previous dream. The sea straight ahead had really calmed now, so that you could even see the beach, but to our right it was still pretty feisty. And cold. There was ice in it, and I partly thought it was becuase the mad sea was due to glacial melt water, though I think in the dream it was just because it had been very very cold. I thought glaciers because it ratherbrutply turned out we were sitting on one (a vey small one) that started to move. We all jumped off and my aunt grabbed it to stop it sliding into hte sea. We were all very impressed at havign discovered England's last glascier, with some very blue bits in it, but it was small and then it broke!
I insisted we take a piece back to the hotel, since the floor where Jess had been was full of rich important people, nad there were probably some emininent scientists in there. Then my alarm started to go off, and the glacier turned into hand drawn pencil sketches of people, which my uncle turned over and was very disapointed to find were dated from last year, and weren't centuries old (like the glacier had been).
And the moral of the story is Moulin Rouge is a bad CD to wake up to, brecause I'm now very pessimistic and half expect to the world to start ending today. Oh, nad also leaving the heating on at night makes me dream, and the combination of heavy rain and strong winds in a boarded up chimney make me dream of bad weather. Though at no point in the dream did it actually rain.
And then I dreamt we were in Falmouth (cornwall) and the sea was very very wild. Choe and i were sitting on a rock maybe two hundred above the sea and one hundred metres back from where the sea usually stopped, and we got doused with spray. So we went to the eitght floor of the apartment block/hotel where our grandparents lived (except in real life they actually have a house) and insisted mum come and look too.
Rather than taking the exit out of the hotel that went led back to where Chloe and I had been sitting mum insisted on taking the lift to hte seventh level (where the car park was) and then walking down the stairs the rest of the way to hte ground floor. Well the car park was interesting. I think mum wanted to check on the car, so we looke through the doors, about to go in, when a car was washed past by a wave. The sea was inside the car park, and people were still trying to drive around. A bunch of families were standing at the back, al very wet, all very scared.
So we continued on downstairs. At about floor three we found teh hotel bit, and incrediblynice!Jess was there, along with a girl who looked a lot like her but was wearing comically large glasses, with one square frame and one circular frame.
Eventually we got outside. The sea had calmed a bit, but it was still impressive. Chloe and I eventually made it back to our rock (which before had been a grassy mound, but was still the same place, honest). I started texting Anria to tell her about the sea, but my phone batteries were still low from trying to call for a mechanic in the previous dream. The sea straight ahead had really calmed now, so that you could even see the beach, but to our right it was still pretty feisty. And cold. There was ice in it, and I partly thought it was becuase the mad sea was due to glacial melt water, though I think in the dream it was just because it had been very very cold. I thought glaciers because it ratherbrutply turned out we were sitting on one (a vey small one) that started to move. We all jumped off and my aunt grabbed it to stop it sliding into hte sea. We were all very impressed at havign discovered England's last glascier, with some very blue bits in it, but it was small and then it broke!
I insisted we take a piece back to the hotel, since the floor where Jess had been was full of rich important people, nad there were probably some emininent scientists in there. Then my alarm started to go off, and the glacier turned into hand drawn pencil sketches of people, which my uncle turned over and was very disapointed to find were dated from last year, and weren't centuries old (like the glacier had been).
And the moral of the story is Moulin Rouge is a bad CD to wake up to, brecause I'm now very pessimistic and half expect to the world to start ending today. Oh, nad also leaving the heating on at night makes me dream, and the combination of heavy rain and strong winds in a boarded up chimney make me dream of bad weather. Though at no point in the dream did it actually rain.
