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This is the second time I’ve tried out this creative experiment, see here for last summer’s dream diary, and this time I added an element of questioning my partner about his dreams as soon as he woke up - annoying I know! There’s lots of writing and general conversation advice out there which states very clearly DO NOT write about or discuss your dreams they are boring and no one cares but here I am rebelling against the weight of all that good advice…..
These dreams are unedited which in places becomes quite Dada. They took place over the month of June 2024.
I dream my cat learns to meow the word ‘mum’,
I dream I have moved house while only having seen one of the rooms,
David dreams of an alien invasion,
A dead mouse on the rug. Australia. Edith Sitwell.*
David dreams he is a recruitment consultant for (footballer) Thiabaut Courtois who wishes to do architecture in the Middle-East.
We will retire in Greece.
Conjoined twins in a wheelchair pushed around a restaurant without proper disabled access, bashing into diners.
Dad, dad, dad! Are you a DJ?
In a Dickensian town -why did mum pop my Champagne without asking?
A rural walk for a funeral but in high- spirits - leaping out of the bougie tree-house and into the mud.
A grey wolf attacks.
There’s a problem with your psychological cholesterol.
Baby iguana chases me from the side of a lake.
David has an erotic dream, he won’t say anymore.
David climbs a mountain, we are on opposite sides of a snowy ravine. Emma is frightened, David has to reassure me of who he is by doing his famous shoulder dance, whilst doing this he almost falls off….
I dream that heavily pregnant women are selling hand grenades.
Boy scouts sell cookies in the pub so they can buy electronics.
David dreams he has a dog, the dog is large, elegant and friendly but with razor - sharp teeth. Warning: wear gloves!
I dream of a creepy man at the door asking to take a photo for I.D. purposes - he is sweaty and gross.
The police join us for a beer at Rich’s BBQ - we must not mention the fight!
I teach a student while the mother hovers over me telling me I am disorganized.
David dreams that he climbs a precarious very tall ladder into the sky, the rungs become smaller the higher up he goes.
I dream of discussions of Tennessee Williams’s sets.**
At the market a busker calls out my name - I am shocked!
David dreams that Stevie (our cat) goes to Beckenham***
**I adore Tennessee Williams a little more on him here and here.
**South London.
As always thank you for reading and subscribing. For something a little more linear and with more substance you might enjoy this (critical) essay on TV show Gilmore Girls, this Work in Progress novel extract, or else this (abridged) extract from my published biography ‘Roaming Wild, the Founding of Compassion in World Farming.’ Do enjoy!
Love,
Emma x o x o
Some of it sounds prophetic, others of lives in parallel timelines, personified worries, and many are quite hilarious!