In Dreams

‘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)