…in my dream last night. I have no idea why I dreamed this. I was visiting some UK town that seemed to be having work done on its historic Clock Tower, and Prince Charles drove up. He asked me to get him a cup of tea, so I went to a nearby stand selling it. There was a line, but I figured that getting tea for a Royal took precedence, so I cut in and asked for tea for the prince. They must have figured I was some brash lying colonial, because they gave me an odd-looking tray of stuff. “Is this the way you give tea to the Prince?” I asked. They assured me that this was The Way It Was Done, so I took it down to him. He Was Not Amused, but seemed to understand when I told him what happened.
The Clock Tower had its ancient working parts, but they were in terrible shape – everything was rotted and falling apart. and it was dusty and cobwebby. Everything needed to be rebuilt and replaced., which was evidently what they were hoping to do.
I have no idea where this dream came from. it’s been ages since I was in the UK, and I don’t follow the doings of their Royals.
I had a dream the other night where I was full sized but riding around on a miniature ocean liner, and it had passengers that were both full sized and proportionately scaled tiny at the same time.
Reminds me of the often repeated story about Prince Charles going to the Oval Office to meet Reagan. He asked for tea and was given hot water, a cup, and a teabag. He ended up not touching any of it.
Reagan asked him what was wrong, and HRH replied that he didn’t know what to do with the tea bag, because he had never seen one before.
I dreamed the night before last that my baby was born with a full beard and mustache. What was even weirder was that he was a redhead with blue eyes and looked kind of like Thor with a really chiseled jaw, only in a green wrestling suit, but he still couldn’t crawl. My husband and I both have very dark hair and eyes.
A friend of mine insisted that the baby is going to be a boy because of that dream. She didn’t know what to say when I told her that right after that, I dreamed we’d had a girl.
I had a dream a few days ago- it was my fav. teacher from college- My microbiology professor- he was doing yoga and profusely weeping. It totally freaked me out, and I went over to him, and asked him what was wrong.
I can’t forget it now: He looks up at me sadly, with tears in his eyes while arching himself for his yoga pose and quite ominously says: “Only Canadians go to Heaven.”
Kinda freaked me out actually. Maybe it’s a message?
That can only mean one thing: you’re having twins.
The other night I dreamed that I had won a contest and Stephen Colbert came to my house to film an episode of The Colbert Report. He was really nice, but his production manager wasn’t.
Not too long ago I dreamed that I had a bread rolling pin and it had three holes drilled into it along the long axis for seats like an old WWI biplane. The Prime Minister of Japan and the President of Egypt where there, and I threw it like a boomerang, then somehow ended up in the rear seat and we flew through the forests of the Sierra’s chasing a fire engine.
It all made perfect sense at the time… much more than it does now.
Last night I had a dream that my boyfriend and I were at some kind of summer camp. The cabin we were staying in had tanks of huge goldfish and cages of rabbits. I went out for dinner with a bunch of people and among them was Sookie’s younger brother from True Blood. After dinner we decided that we were going to sleep right then and there so we all lay down. The guy next to me started touching my knee in a creepy sort of way, but then we were all attacked by vampires. I managed to escape by hiding under some dead bodies and running once their backs were turned. I found my boyfriend and frantically told him what had happened but then he just gave me a hug and told me that I was a lying whore.
I was in a lair, helping to rescue people and find out secrets. There were signs that henchmen had been about, but the owners were absent. There were several short cute plump busty women around as well (always a plus). I remember going around the perimeter corridor looking for vents to the outside. Everyone had to get outside before the lake broke in.
I perceived the lair in a 1960’s/1970’s-style of printing, with the typical printing screens and photographic colours of that time, and a kind of Original Star Trek style to the fixtures and sets.
Outside the lair, there was a crowd of people in the street, and overhead the magicians were starting their light show. I knew it was uncontrolled magicians, though, who were quite likely to turn everyone into toads or start a major tectonic upheaval.
I had a really weird dream a few years ago, right after the passing of Pope John Paul II.
I was on security detail for the Pope (still John Paul II, in my dream), and I was receiving visitors who wished to offer him gifts.
The lady who read the early morning news on the radio station that my clock radio is set to was working with me, as sort of an “eye in the sky.” She informed me via walkie-talkie that Nazis were attempting to assassinate the Pope, and that two very large men dressed as bishops were waiting to give the Pope the gift of vichyssoise. The catch was that said vichyssoise had been poisoned. It was my job to intercept it.
Anyone who wishes to make sense of this dream, please do. I still can’t get my head wrapped around it.
