‘Run!’ I shouted. Turning and facing what seemed like an endless alley of close boarded fence panels, we ran.

It was one of those nightmares where I knew it was going to happen but I had to stay until the last minute to find out. Earlier on I opened up a coffin that was laying in the front room of a house we were changing the windows of. Inside lay an ancient Egyptian mummy, still and very lifeless. At that point I’d half become aware that I was dreaming, I usually do when a dream becomes a nightmare, so I grabbed Paul and slowly backed out the room while explaining to him that we may need to be prepared to run.

As the fence panels rushed passed our shoulders, the mummy followed slowly on, arms held out and groaning. We were both running in fear for what could have been sometime, but the farther on we ran the more the alley began to narrow. After running into what we thought was a dead end, I had found a gate or wooden door. The mummy was some way away but I pulled the door open and pushed Paul in and followed.

‘It’s a cupboard!’ Paul said while looking around our boxed in appearance.

‘It maybe a cupboard but we’ll be alright’ I replied keeping the door ajar.

The mummy was slowly getting closer and the closer it got the more we felt fear. At this point I knew 100% it was a nightmare.

Opening the door (much to Paul’s bewilderment) I screamed ‘C’mon then!’

Paul turned and stared in horror ‘What you doing?’

‘It’s a dream, I’m having a nightmare and that mummy won’t touch us because we’ll be long gone before he gets here. So we may as well have some fun with him’ Paul’s look calmed down. ‘Oh, ok … Are you sure?’ He replied.

‘We’ll take the piss out of him until he gets here, then I’ll wake up … he can’t touch us unless I fall asleep straight after I wake’ He seemed to believe me, he opened the door wider still.
‘Oi mummy’s boy, where d’you get your threads from?’ He shouted out turning to me and smiling.
We carried on shouting things at the mummy right up until he was almost touching the cupboard door.
‘3… 2 …1’ I woke up, sat up for a few minutes to clear my head then went back to sleep.

So all you budding dream analysts, tell me what that was all about! A waste of money if you brought a dream dictionary. The best way to interpret a dream is for the person who had it to do it, there are so many variations and small details to each different dream and different variations to each mind having it that personally I find dream dictionaries ‘interesting’.

I can remember having a dream that I was at the psychic fair I went too a couple of weeks previous to the dream. At the real fair a medium (amongst other things) told me he knew I was clairvoyant and he gave me advice on how to cope with the sickness that seemed to come about as I entered the room, following his advice I managed to block it out. In the dream as I was walking out I got a cup of tea from the tea room not noticing that the woman who served me was my Nan. (who passed)

Nudging and smiling at the woman standing next to her she whispered ‘That’s my grandson that is’

So this one? Was it some bazaar way of wanting my Nan to be proud of me or did she enter my dream to show me how proud she is of me. Or was it just some subconscious garbage shoot?

One of my fave dreams as a kid was flying, even falling or being blown through the air.
Dream dictionaries have flying down with generally three different meanings depending on ease. Are you restricted in height? Is it frightening? Do you struggle to leave the ground?
With my own personal experiences I should ask – what about only being able to fly while wearing a cloak, spinning in circles first or only while holding a revolver in each hand? What about flying across landscape while being in a vertical position? What about deciding to fly off at will in a dream, would that be classed as a flying dream? And why is it that I’ve never dreamt of flying while its been raining … come to think of it I’ve never had a dream in which its been raining!

As an adult it seems a frequent dream of mine is spitting my teeth out in my hands, usually very vivid. I find the explanations in dream dictionaries to this interesting too, as for me it simply plain and simple. It always ties in with a visit to the dentists.

There are way too many variations in dreams to be able to count on what a single paragraph in a book says, and that’s without another book saying something else. But there is one thing that seems constant in every dream (which I’ve always said) – Emotion.

No dream dick looks into this!

Emotion is a human condition that stays apart of us when we sleep – its also a human condition that stays apart of us when we die ….. But that’s a whole new entry…