DREAMING

I can't remember it in exact order:

I went back to high school. I told my English teacher that I was teaching English. I was being awarded a certificate for something unrelated to this, however. The School was very rowdy. For some reason some of us were going away somewhere. I didn't really know where. When we got off the plane. We arrived just after a football match between two English teams. For some reason when they were playing the ball turned into an orange. It made it hard for them to play. I think someone kicked the correct ball back into the pitch. So... when we arrived we were welcomed, by a woman in an hijab, to Iran! There was a hige number of people sitting in the seats of the stadium. We were in the middle of the pitch( me and a few people from my high school and Stephen and my old English teacher). I feel like we must be in Iran for a mission. One of the Iranian's looks at the sky and says that they are having an English Summer, because of the clouds. I state that we don't always have clouds, sometimes the sky is fully bluw, in the Summer. They seem hard to convince, Anyway, so we are led to our rooms. I remember seeing a clothes shop. All the clothes are hanging. The rooms in which we are staying are like a School dormitory. I think Marianne has fun looking at the cloths hanging. As we are looking around I keep seeing a little boy playing ( from Iran). We go to the beach and he pops up, out of nowhere, and says " Can I drink the water?" "No", one of us says. I am with my friends from highschool, when this happens. The night before I had been by my window and heard someone crying, i thought it might be the film I was watching about Oliver Twist, I paused to listen outside. It sounded like a woman/girl crying close by. I work out that it is however the music on the film and it is infact a little boy crying.

Dreaming

OK, I remember bits of my dream(s).

A beach, but the beach area is actually way too small. The waves keep coming in and we ( me and my friends... including Marianne) are afraid that the tides will come. And then obviously because I'm afraid it happens, the waves mount high, but not high enough to overpower. It is infact the whirlwind that these waves create that looks pretty deadly. There are quite a few small whirlwinds and they are coming towards the beach. We all decide to hide. There is the sound of screaming. I run into a toilet and put my hands against the skirting around one of the toilet doors, with my bum resting against the other. I notice that the toilet door is actually open. Marianne and another lady are by the sinks. I think about the door being open and that the whirlwind could come and get us! I think it does come through the door, but I'm not sure how it ends...

Another dream: I am with my little sister ( I don't actually have a little sister). She needs to go back to School. I want to go to the University part of the School. I am driving for part of my dream, again. We keep running late. Days pass and we still haven't gone to the School. I imagine that the headmistress must be quite impatient. I think about going there. We know that we must see the headmistress first before my little sister can enrol. Maybe I'm being out of line, however, in relation to myself? Maybe they can't accept me, as an older pupil. Maybe I don't have to see the headmistress? I don't want to do something stupid. hence staying at home for several days instead of comfrontation. I can see the pupils ( all girls) in Very strong Navy blue jumpers, skirts and socks. The tie is red. They look very formal.

Waking Up

DREAMING

Dreaming, dreams. I woke up this morning, to a heavy atmosphere. I had been dreaming about being at a church that I used to attend. In my dream I was with a female friend of mine and I managed to lose a tooth (second or third molar, in the right of my mouth). For some reason the cardinal/priest liked having it and I went to lengths to find it and take it from him and put it back in my mouth when no-one was looking. I went into a bathroom, but there were two ladies there. I found another bathroom. Eventually I managed to put it back in my mouth, but was worried about the cleanliness of it, but I put it in anyway. I could see some spots of blood, but I was sure that it was fine.

INTERNET ANALYSIS

When I eventually got out of bed I looked up some of the symbols in my dream. To be honest, last night, I had watched "Angels and Demons" ( the film), at an Odeon cinema. I wasn't surpried that I had envisioned a cardinal, in full red apparel - but the tooth was another story. I had indeed gone to bed worrying about life. What was my tooth? Who was it that I held so dear and was worried about? Why did the cardinal love my tooth so dearly?