red

Recently I have been having dreams that involve celebrities.  This could either be a sign that in the future I will be heavily involved in celebrity culture or have an A-list life myself – or it could mean the polar opposite – I am destined to be skint and drinking cider on street corners forever.

Two dreams in particular have stayed in my mind – one unfortunately involving Dappy from ndubz and the other was Beyonce who I like much more.

The first dream was quite scary and a bit gruesome, Dappy and I were in a housing estate that was a bit run down and we were trying to find someone that I had to speak to urgently.

I remember I was really upset and Dappy was being how I would expect him to be in real life – arrogant, insensitive and didn’t show any sympathy toward me at all. 

We got to a tower block of flats which were painted red and as we made our way inside we noticed that everything inside was red too.

Red means danger.

The walls were red, furniture red – even down to the cushions and bedspread – I remember seeing a fan that was painted red too.

There was no one in the building at all but we were running about trying to find someone and at that point I could see that Dappy was now worried and he was screaming at me to hurry up.

He told me we were running out of time and I didn’t know what he meant.

My view then changed to being outside the flat, in the corridor but Dappy was still inside.

There was suddenly a massive explosion and Dappy was thrown towards me and his body had been split in half. I watched him try to pull the top half of his body towards me with his hands and he was screaming at me to help him.  

I didn’t try to help.  

I ran out the building and stood outside and watched as several more explosions occurred and the building just fell apart.

A group of about five or six people turned up then – Dappy’s friends – two of which where Tuliza and Fazer from ndubz.

They were shouting at me and asking what I had done and where Dappy was.

After that we were in a rollercoaster carriage – but on the road.

It was taking the three of us through the rest of the neighbour hood – it was obvious more explosions had occurred because there was bits of houses lying everywhere – no people at all – no bodies – no one crying.

There is a bit of a gap here as the next thing I remember is something slicing Tuliza and Fazer in half, lenghthways – some sort of long piece of metal – like a sword but not a sword.

It cut right through their heads and after that I was alone.

I woke up then.

- Annemarie x

steven

I had a dream the other night and a boy in my class was in it.

His name is Steven Black and he is lovely - but in this dream we had children together. 

He’s not lovely enough for me to want to have children with him - but he is still a good friend.

So anyway, we were in a really nice area of the world - it might have been Glasgow but I’m not sure.

Possibly the expensive part of the west end!

The ground was wet and it was around dusk time but I could tell it had been a really bright day because the sky was sort of aluminous blue.

The sun was setting too and the streets were lined with very leafy trees, there was also Bishop’s Crook lamp posts on the street too which are Victorian style - these ones were black. 

We started flying, not on any kind of apparatus - we just leapt into the air together and started floating above the buildings. 

We turned left onto a street and there was a huge Georgian looking mansion.  It had sash windows and beige coloured sandstone - there was also a massive balcony which was about three floors up and stretched way out into the street.

There was probably about three hundred people on the balcony all squished together so you can imagine how big it was!

There was some kind of party going on and Steven and I were just circling round it and above it - everyone was dressed black tie, there was a lot of 1920’s style flapper dresses and haircuts and millions of fairy lights everywhere.

Chandeliers hung from - well I don’t know what they hung from to be honest as it was a balcony outside - but they were there and very elaborate. 

A woman starts singing opera songs - she is standing on a podium and is a round, short lady with brown hair which is tied up and she has a fascinator in which has creamy coloured feathers on it and pearls. 

Her dress is black and is sparkly and she also seems a bit older than the rest of the party.

 

I think it was maybe her house as everyone was applauding her and cheering and calling out her name but I can’t remember what it was.

So Steven and I are still flying around this house when suddenly I just belt out an opera tune, and I have to point out - my voice sounds amazing.

Steven is underneath me and I remember looking down at the top of his head and seeing the street going past from under us, my arms are out and by my sides and I’m singing away - people in the street are pointing up at us and clapping their hands. 

Steven starts telling me that I’m wasting an incredible talent and I should be performing to crowds of millions.

I start getting really upset about this, as if I know what he is saying is true.  I ask him if we can go back on the ground so we fly to his flat which is just round the corner.

His flat has massive double doors on it which are really heavy wood and painted black, it has a big brass handle on it too.

We go inside and there are three children - two girls and a boy - who are apparently all mine.

Dream Annemarie understands that they are my children, but I remember thinking that I had no idea what was going on - as if reality Annemarie was saying “I definitely do not have children.”

Did that make sense? 

I’m still very emotional about the singing and Steven is pushing me to speak to his friend who will make me famous - and who also appears to be in my daughters room - so I go in to speak to him but I end up asking him to leave.

Then I hear a really annoying trill which unfortunately turns out to be my alarm clock.

- Annemarie x

the night before

This is a series of dreams that I've had recently and my first ever blog post!

Sometimes my dreams are quite detailed, but other times I just want to write them down as quickly as I can before I forget them - if I wake up during the night I usually write them down if I can muster the energy! 

I can occasionally remember colours and specific people who might have been there - other times it's just that the dreams have been so short but a particular person will remain in my mind for the next two days after it.

I suppose that's what we like about dreams though - they have a capacity to be unexpected, frightening, hilarious, rude, or terribly strange.

I decided to make these dreams into one post as they were quite broken up and patchy by the time I went to write each one down..

Mum bought me a book called “Are You Pregnant?” it looked like a big kids book - lots of vivid primary colours, bold lettering and child-like illustrations.  It had a test attached to the cover.  

When I woke up after this dream, I initially felt a bit worried! Then I thought that maybe it was somehow more about worries that my mum has about me? Is that possible in dreams? Who knows.

Katie was in a car accident; she was injured badly and couldn’t move.  Mum, Fiona, Katie and me lived in a flat over a greasy spoon café, which we ran. Katie had to go into care because we couldn’t look after her.  This dream scared me.  

When I first wake up from dreams, I can't get them out my head for a long time - especially if they centre around a particular person.  Katie is my baby sister.  

I say baby - she's nineteen - but the thought of her being taken away from the family was very frightening, as it would be for any family.  I was paranoid for a long time after this dream about her safety and also of the whereabouts of my dad, as we were in a different house and he wasn't there at all.    

There was a robber outside our house and dad went out to get him away but he got shot in the hand. Mum told me to go stay under my bed until the robber went away and I cried for ages.  This was a horrible dream - worse than the one about Katie! 

It made me feel upset as my dad was only out to protect all of us and ended up being injured - I woke up just after he was shot but I remember him lying face down on the ground and I couldn't see him properly because the window of our front door is coloured stained glass. 

I was at a fancy dress party with my parents and my dad was dressed as superman.  I can’t remember what me or my mum were. We got into loads of trouble and the police are chasing us out of the party and down the street and my dad gets away.

He tells us to hide under some taxis but I get really paranoid about the police being able to see my feet so I run out and down the street in the direction of my dad. He runs into what looks like a jungle, there is lots of foliage and trees. I keep running and I find a lane in the jungle because I’m sure my dad has gone down it, but I meet this girl called Alexis (a friend from my childhood) who offers me a candle to find my way home. 

Suddenly, it’s very windy and the candle doesn’t stay alight. There are lots of familiar streets now, and I eventually find my dad in a neighbours’ garage fixing motorbikes – he asked where I had got to.  This dream was quite interesting for me as when I was wee we had a neighbour who had two motorbikes in his garage. 

When I was about seven or eight, I used to go and see him to watch him tinker around with them.  

However one Saturday afternoon one of them fell on me.  I wasn't really hurt but I remember the day quite vividly as he carried me home to my house and was really upset as he thought I was really hurt.  Anyway, this dream always reminds me of that day  - and also, probably more interestingly, it reminds me of how we all think our parents are invincible (dad in superman costume) but really they are only human.

- Annemarie x