dream time.

Oh so latterly I have been having some of the most fascinating, reoccurring and realistic dreams ever. I have no idea on how to analyse them or anything however. Here are two that have taken place on numerous occasions.

Dream 1:
So it all starts with myself walking through a tunnel into the Beijing Olympic running track. After being ushered to the starting line I realised I had made it to the 400 meter women’s finals and was competing for Germany. Realising all competitors resembled friends of mine (I shall not name who) in some way or another, I decided I could talk most of them into allowing me victory. After all, this was my dream. After chatting to them for a while they all denied my request. So we begin the race, I took off attempting to get a reasonable lead. As I slowly built up speed I realised my legs could not carry me any faster! Even though I knew I could run at a much greater pass than I was running. As everybody passed me I feared a last place finish, yet one competitor (who again, shall remain unnamed, yet her country was England? Know idea on the reasoning behind that either), slowed down next to me and ran along with me the entire track, prompting me to run in front of her at the finish line. Stopping still about a meter from the finish line, I retired from the race and walked back to my hotel room, never to see said generous competitor again.

Dream 2:
Being awoken at my sisters house early on a Sunday morning, I was told of the visitors that she had coming around. I had to be up and out in the lounge room entertaining them all. Stumbling out of bed I attempted to open my eyes, alas! I could not! No matter how hard I tried! They just shut again! Finding myself walking blindly through the middle of all these visitors, I had to continuously apologise.