Tim’s dreams (date’s recorded on the morning after the dream)
14/12/00
Alias played a gig, but only played one and a quarter songs. It was in the fifties.
But there was someone else on the stage, at the front, playing a ride cymbal
as a microphone. It was in St. Greg's (my primary school- and Tyrone's for a
bit too) main hall! It wasn't great the music was like 50s blues pop. We were
told to stop and "Get it sorted...or else." Then I started playing
the drums in front of Chris Adam's old house. Playing outside with the kit sat
up facing his house. It was 7am, but it said it was 2 on my watch, and it looked
like midday?! It was sunny. I have no idea how I knew it was 7am but it was.
Then a stick snapped. I started moving the kit up to 5 Willowherb Close (my
old house on the same estate as Chris'). I found some of my rubbish and a balloon
in the middle of the road. I go to put it in the garage of my old house but
when I swing the door open it looks just like a kiddies disco: twirling lights
and everything.
- sometimes my subconscious is quite amusing
23/12/00
I was in an old building and the overall place reminded me an old public school
(are there any new ones?). There were a few people in this room that my attention
was fixed on. The only person I recognised was Ben Rodford I think. Someone
handed me a flare gun that looked like a large automatic Bren gun (machine gun
used in WWII, the largest gun I think to be carried around -by the allies at
least). Not wanting to shoot it right in the room I eyed up this small connecting
room. A teacher ran into it and I fired the flare thing. It was like a small
firework. I think the teacher came running out. He might have been on fire but
he was definitely screaming. I ran off, with the gun. I ran a few rooms into
the canteen. I see a ginger child standing next to me shouting at something
or nothing. I think I recognise his cheek bones and it was my good friend Richard
Umbers. He turned around and said something along the lines "I cant be
hungry after I've just eaten my hunger".
Probable inspiration I had Bren gun thing because of the excellent game which
I have a demo of, called Hidden and Dangerous. The canteen looked the canteen
where I have been working recently (and something truly disturbing happened
there recently). I have also seen a lot or Mr. Umbers recently.
Possible meaning answers on a postcard
2/1/01
i was going along a path in a grass field that had loads of small children (primary
school age) dressed in school uniform running around and generally playing.
A few of them spoke to me but i cant remember what they said. I was heading
towards a hollow old tree that had loads of people from school having a party
inside. I had my bottle of champagne (that i was given at the Tall Ship by the
land lady Pat) stuffed in my coat pocket. It was a big field and from where
i came in two newly weds (the woman dressed in a pretty white dress and the
man looked like someone from Tudor times). They strode through the field with
lots of the children turning to them and whistling, cheering etc. They strode
passed two women dressed in wedding dresses, one lying on the floor and the
other lying on top, kissing each other. There did not appear to be any sexual
activity. They were interupted by the newly weds but they tried to ignore them.
I cracked the champagne open (the cork fly about 500m in the air!) with a few
people that were outside, Adam Langly and Jim Allison were the only two i remember.
I woke up just as i was walking away on my own.
The whole thing had a wonderful fairly tale quality to it.
I like this dream. It reminds me Salavador Dali paintings: lots of unusal things
going on. I am proud of my subconscious for having such a wonderful dream.
18/1/01
i dreamt i was on Titanic. It went down and swam to the Californian (i guess).
I just got on with my swimming while everyone was panicing. Nut i got an attack
of guilt when i realised i probably could have saved some people. My conscious
reckoned i should have got my girlfriend, Jenny, and my Mum and pulled them
with me. I either did, or i dreamt, waking up and crying my eyes out. I was
crying for a long time. Quite disturbing.
28/01/01
I was part of a group of people. The group was isolated and we had a limited food supply. I took it as my responcibilty to check and protect the food: it kept being attacked by these massive slugs. All the food was stored in jars and I kept finding the slugs crawling up the jars. There were so many of them that many still seemed to manage to get inside the jars, despite my valient efforts. When they did they turned into what were quite cliched alien looking creatures: four foot tall balls of slime that quickly slid across the floor, scaring people.
Inspiration: i am certain it was inspired one of those 'Ship wrecked'/'Castaway'/'Survival'/'Big Brother' programs that appear to be very popular and fashionable at the moment (similar type of fashion to when BBC had those 'down-to-Earth' 'fly-on-the-wall' documentaries like Airport and Hotel. If only they had wonders like Laundrette and Storage cupboard). On the subject of which Channel 5 and ITV are still producing those (insert what you like)...From Hell programs! I am amazed that this farce is still going on. There have loads of these programs: are the ideas people bored or stupid? or both? Marriages from hell and Holidays from hell seemed stupid in the cliched melodramtic American progam way. But the more specific ones i thought were wuite funny: Burglaries from hell and Pets from hell. I think that they are wrong to use hell in such a way. I think hell will be made up of worse things than inconinent turtles. Unless they climb up your bed during the night and dump in your face. This then gets absorbed by your skin. When you wake up you have a black patch of skin in the middle of your face and it starts to itch. A lot. You cant get rid of the itching. It feels like it is burning. Then without reason the faeces deep in your skin bursts into flames, getting oxygen through the now massive pores in your skin...