Giant skull-aliens floating in sky
Floating
Flying through space
A shower of multicoloured particles pierces my body
Cleansing me
Above, a glitter of stars across intense darkness
Below, the sun breaks over the curve of earth
To a waterfall cascading off a cliff
Rainbows glisten through the spray
As the torrent cascades around me
Intensely cold but refreshing
I settle on a tropical sea
And am absorbed
Chris Lakeman Fraser
My sister and I rode through fields on horses. My horse grew wild and raced on and on until I grew so scared that I jumped off. It continued to gallop away with my sister following. As the horse leapt on to a wheelbarrow my sister dropped to the ground and began to roll and stretch her leg, from the knee, slowly reaching into the air. My horse responded, mirroring my sister’s movement qualities, lying down, becoming still.
Horses dancing and prancing in a field at night, eating white chocolate truffles.Streaks of lightning hit the field and run along the barbed-wire fence.
Jerked out of my dream of burning books, I leapt out of bed, the sheets seemed on fire.
I wasn’t in the country when my mother died. I was heartbroken at not being there and unable to say goodbye. My heart ached for many months. One night I dreamt that my mother appeared. She was above me, horizontal as I lay in bed. I felt as though I was slightly above the bed with one arm raised. Mama had an arm stretching towards me. I was aware that we were unable to make physical contact, though I could see her. There was a kind of glass ceiling between us. What I did feel was a rush of heat/love that filled by whole being. She had come to say goodbye and the following morning the pain had gone.
I went to my bed; I got to sleep
We were having a party and a big dragon came in and he ate Laurie (my friend).
The slow deterioration of the world into a morass of liquescent architecture, things that are... others emerging from strange angles, faceless children, skin slug-like, drifting in the rain... I move through this landscape slowly realising that I am a faceless and terrible form.
Lots of canvas bags I’d made, some inside others; an old friend (in Italy) wanting some more.
In my dream I am lying in my bed and it really is my bed.
In the library dreaming books unwritten....blank vellum pages smelling of attar, of roses, of authors, of old socks, of dossers, of fear, of librarians, of bloodthirst, of council cutters, of beerlessness, of saturdays.
I was in a jungle and I saw my best friend calling for help. I swung down like Tarzan and rescued her. Then I woke up!
I don't remember my dreams as much as I used to but the last one I remember involved my sister... being in the wrong place (though it was a place I know well)... and water, I think.
In a dream I once dreamt
I was walking in a shopping-centre on a day so hot and overcrowded they closed off the area and opened the outdoor swimming-pool instead. My daughter and I went swimming in the sunny weather with swans and ducks, with music and fun, until it started to pour with rain (typical London!) so we all went back into Brent Cross and carried on shopping!
A simple dream, or so it seems. Somewhere (I don’t know where) with my Indonesian niece, Ela, we are sitting somewhere (not the UK, not Indonesia) chatting. We have to leave. We go into an airport with rooms like curtained-off hospital beds. I realise we have to separate and go in different directions. I have to go on a long flight; she on a short one.
My nightmare was about a vampire girl who was against all vampires ‘cause she said her father died by a vampire!
My nightmare was about a big scary monster who was eating everyone in its path and then it ate my family. I got so angry and sad so I went and killed it!
I was in a friend’s flat in south west France (where I have been many times) and I went walking along the nearby beach. A large dog came up to me and then went into the sea, looking back at me and I followed it into the waves (even though I can’t swim). I was getting deeper and deeper into the water and then I woke up.
I have a recurring dream where I am driving a car, either with someone I have to take to hospital and/or down a hill towards a crossing where children or women with prams are crossing. The car stops working properly, the brakes/steering don’t work and the car goes out of control. Then I wake up!
My good dream is being eaten and torn to shreds by lions and tigers. My good dream is for Labour to get back in the party like before.
I was high above the countryside, I was going to spend the holidays in a small brown cottage in the middle of nowhere. Our back garden was a playground. There were lots of sheep. My aunt was taking a picture. Her camera started beeping. I woke up.
