Dream Journal

I AM IN A HOSPITAL BED. I feel scared. I am screaming. I keep opening my eyes and seeing the coat on the back of my door. Reality and the dream world are morphing into each other. Am I asleep

I AM WORKING AT GAMSTON AIRPORT. My glasses break. I go down to the aircraft hanger and walk around. There is a store built of red brick with people working above it. I go into a side workshop with an

I AM IN NOTTINGHAM CITY CENTRE FOR AN APPOINTMENT. I find out the appointment has been cancelled so I turn around and head home. On the way, I check my phone and see “Annie” has texted me, but I can’t

I AM AT A BIBLE STUDY GROUP FOR JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES. It is being held in what looks like my house in Wirksworth, but I am told it’s “Helen’s house”. My ex-wife is there. She confesses to the group that she

IT WAS THE LAST DAY OF A JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES CONVENTION. I was helping pack up furniture in one of the administration rooms. Then the room morphed into a school classroom. Some of the furniture was mine—a desk and a sideboard.

I WAS WITH A GROUP OF JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES. They seemed to know something I didn’t—something traumatic that had happened in my past. I started to remember, just feelings at first, and then vague details. One of the Witnesses, an elderly

I WAS IN THE HOUSE I LIVED IN AS A TEENAGER, except it was no longer my dad and mum’s house. It now belonged to my sister and her husband. The house was really run down. The front-facing wall had

I WAS WATCHING SOMEONE CLIMB A LADDER up my next-door neighbour’s house. As they reached the top they lost their footing and fell to the ground. I rushed to the scene to see if they were okay and found a

I WAS LIVING IN A CARAVAN in a field surrounded by trees. My dad and my children were living with me. The caravan was a small, white one, with the exterior panels missing from one side. As well as the

I DREAM MOST NIGHTS and my dreams are always very vivid. For some time now I have been keeping a dream journal. Here is a list of things that regularly appear in my dreams: The ability to fly. My dead

I WAS IN MY CHILDHOOD BEDROOM at Slade Green Road in Erith. Some friends with young children had been staying with us. They had just gone home. The children had left toys everywhere and I was tidying them up. There

I SAW AN INDIAN MAN STANDING ON A STREET CORNER. He had put a load of kittens in a bucket outside my dad’s shop and then walked away. The kittens escaped from the bucket and ran into the shop. It