Nightmare in London…

And call from Tonga…

I woke up this morning in a complete panic, my heart was beating so fast I could hear it.  I sat up and quickly reached for the dogs, who were happily sleeping on the bed.

I had just woke from what I considered a nightmare, this is what happened.

M and I decided to go to London, but rather than take our car we decided to go by bus.  This proves how illogical dreams are as we take our car everywhere, all over the UK and Ireland, and when I have had to go to London alone, I have always taken the train, as usual, I was only there for an hour or two at most.  So, in this dream, we were on an old bus and sat in a double seat facing forward, and the dogs were lying behind on the floor at seats that face the middle but were looking at us every time I turned around.  After some time we decided this was where we needed to get off, grabbed our stuff and alighted the bus.

The bus pulled away and the stark realisation that the dogs were still on the bus hit me.  I quickly gave M my stuff and started running after the bus, M followed quickly behind as it seemed in the dream he was not disabled and I could run without any asthma effects, (I do love this side of dreams).  However, the bus was too fast and I was not Superman, so could not keep up.  I decided that a cab would be the best bet, and get them to follow it, but for once, there was none, which is not like London, which is awash with them.  I kept running in the hope of getting to the bus but then realised that I was not running on the road and was on a pathway that seemed far from the natural road.  I stopped and told M we had to get back to the road.

I knew that the dogs would realise we were gone and as soon as the doors on the bus opened they would run off looking for us, Harper is road aware so should not venture in harm’s way, but Mazikeen however, is only 7 months old and has no road sense at all, and I knew that they may not stick together and would be lost forever and even killed in the roads trying to find us.

We turned around to get back to the road and I started to run, then, thankfully woke up.

Although it was a dream, and everything was wrong with it, my sleeping mind could not pick fault with it and kept going along with this ludicrous jaunt.  I have had really odd dreams in the past, and have realised that what was going on was wrong and concluded I must be dreaming and promptly woke, however, this time the dream kept me going on this wild goose chase, or should that be wild dog chase?

After finally calming down and settling back into my slumber my phone rang.  I jumped up with a fright, the second time through the night, grabbed my phone to see a call from Tonga, at the same time M received a call from the same number.  The call lasted one second, but enough to make me wide awake.  These calls are scam calls, I knew as I had read online about them, so quickly blocked the number, and changed my settings to only let my phone ring if their number was in my contacts.  By this time it was 5:15, so I resigned that I had no chance of sleep now.  Fingers crossed for a better night tonight.

 

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4 Comments on “Nightmare in London…

  1. At last! Someone else who only accepts calls from numbers they know. I’ve said for ages if the call is important they’ll either ring again or leave a message. I can’t count the number of calls I used to get telling me how to get “compensation for the accident I recently had …” As for the dream, someone told me once that a dream is a recreation of a memory. If that’s the case, then I have some very weird memories.

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    • I sometimes answer knowing it is a sales call and put them through hell. When I have a call from a company I am dealing with ie British Gas, they usually ask for me to confirm my identity, which I reply, “you called me, how do I know you’re not a cyber thief, therefore you need to either tell me something that proves who you are, or hang up and write or email me.” They are usually stumped and hang up.

      As for dreams, one I have quite a lot is that I have the ability to fly, sort of Superman style, but it seems so real, and no, I don’t watch superhero films, so it cannot be that. Maybe my brain is telling me that I can and I just need to try, and if that is the case, I am also telekinetic, but have been trying to move things with my mind since I was about 12 and nothing yet.

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