Oh yeah! All right! Are you going to be in my dreams...

...tonight?

I've been working (with a little help from a friend) on my subconscious. It's a slow and sometimes painful process because I have to consciously try to remember to do it. I mainly need to adopt a more professional attitude (it's there in theory) and above all, stop procrastinating. Today however, is a bank holiday in the Isle of Man (Tynwald Day) which means I have everyone at home today, which in turn means - I have to spend the day slightly differently. No matter, I'll just treat it like another Sunday - that's what it feels like to me anyway.

I had a series of dreams:

I am in a house, not my own, and not my parents either, although they seem to have some kind of ownership over it. My mother is staying in the guest room however. There is food, breakfast food; grapefruits and coffee in particular. There is a cup of tea waiting for me, but I make a beeline for the coffee instead. It is a small white kitchen.

In another room, there are the children's two sleeping bags waiting to be packed. For some reason, I must make some alterations to one of them (the green one) and I set to work cutting sections of it. I get the cuts wrong and have to make more and more until all I have left is a handful of ribbons. I know I have made a mess of the sleeping bag but I continue. Eventually, I zip up the bag all around the outside and neatly pack it away.

What was all that about? Sounds to me like some kind of accidental destruction, which once realised, I carry on with regardless? There are a lot of contrary elements to this... It has been said this week that I am my own worst enemy.

I then pass a group of singers down on the beach. There is a lead singer and a "deputy" who takes control because the lead cannot be heard unless he holds his mic right up to his mouth. The director however, persists with the lead singer, forcing the mic on him...


I could do with a little persistence...

I am climbing the stairs of an old double decker bus, but they have come away from the walls and there is a large gap at the top which looks dangerous. I could make it all the way up but decide not to as it is unsafe and I get the feeling I shouldn't be there anyway.

Hmmm... sounds like I'm too afraid to take risks in order to develop? How depressing! This clearly implies I lack the nerve to go for it and succeed. I must work on that.

I continue the bus journey in any case, but with everyone else on the lower level. One of the passengers is an older lady who works for Manx Telecom. I ask her why my internet connection wont work and she tells me it's all to do with atmospherics.

I am now in Malta, behind a wall by the sea front. There are two sun loungers here. One is occupied by the daughter of a well known actress although they look exactly alike. She wears a yellow bikini, showing off a mostly slender body - but her abs need work (this seems important for some reason). I take the second sun lounger and wait for the waves to hurl themselves over the wall. From (dream) experience, I know that the ninth wave will be the biggest and will completely engulf us so we decide to move away... after the fourth.

Is this another risk avoidance? Is it a positive or a negative one?

We enter a large building which might be a hotel and attempt to go down to a certain floor in the lift.

It did have a name - the floor, but I can't remember it. Also, lifts crop up a lot in my dreams - but I have never found an explanation for it (symbolically) in any dream dictionary... I imagine it has a similar meaning to stairs?

The actress's daughter doesn't follow me she seems to already know that the lift is out of order. I come out and we take the stairs - down. I hear strange noises, music and voices. There is a sense of urgency in her and... I wake.