What did you dream last night? Again.

It was odd, I was sitting in my room with Luke and Andrew and my mum had given me a pair of green converse for my birthday and they laughed at me because they thought they were lame.

Um. I forget the rest.

I was sat at a desk with one of my bosses, but we were speaking as friends.

He was moaning about another one of the partners, saying he hadn't even had time to drink his cup of tea all day and it had gone cold, then he started crying.

Was well weird...

I was on a ferry sailing to Holland and I was sitting at a table with a Belgian astronaut, a French spy and a Russian (I think) priest. Then Martin Delorean walked in. How I knew it was him I do not know because he looked like he was Greek and had a moustache. I said "Hi Martin, you've changed a lot." He said "Shut up and don't laugh at my hair" (which was really greasy and slicked back and looked really weird)

So I shut up and didn't laugh at his hair and started drinking whisky and talking to the Belgian astronaut about the price of petrol. He didn't understand a word I said but I kept on talking anyway. Then we could see land all of a sudden and I shouted "We're in Holland!". Martin, who had been reading a Greek version of Wuthering Heights , got up and left the boat.

Selected other dreams: James's mum was chasing me around with a giant bottle of vodka trying to make me drink it.

Me and one of my friends were secretly lesbians and she wrote me a song.

Weird, very weird. I should probably keep my dreams to myself

Well, I'd watched 'Bright Young Things' before I went to bed, so my dream was that, only, all my friends were in it instead of the actors.

i dreamt this old man killed himself cos he didnt get a valentines card.

A few days ago I had a dream about Diagnosis Murder.  It was in the middle of the big Obsession storyline with the radio station guy playing mind tricks and what not with Dr Mark Sloan.  Anyway, this particlar plot was getting to me in a big way and spilled over into my dreams, except that it turned out Jesse was behind all the bombings and was to be sentenced to death.  It was weird though cos everyone was all calm about it, even Jesse, as if the killings were justified but so was his impending punishment as well.  Then my friend Lewis got gassed in a box.

I've had vivid dreams the last four nights (quite a rarity), two of which were nightmares.
Last night, I dreamt that went to some seminar about why the 19th of February should be a celebration of some sort, and I wasn't that interested. On the way back, I was walking with my friends Louise and Chris and a few more, (strange, because I recall making conversation and I can't do that in big groups) with Lou being the only female.
We noticed Laurel and Hardy impersonators behind us singing "WE ARE ALL PROSTITUES" over and over. Although we liked their message, we changed direction to get away from them. On this new direction there was a team of (probably) charity workers, all female and blonde and 16-21, dressed in tacky fairy costumes. We were creeped out by them too so we turned back, but were ambushed by them. I'm sure they referred to eachother with personality adjectives, like with the seven dwarves.
They took us to another seminar where we were all told not to celebrate the number 19 because Hitler liked it.
That was the most sensible of the last four dreams.