The Party Dream
There was a request that i write more about my dreams again. I haven’t been dreaming much in the recent past but i think that is because i haven’t had much opportunity to lie-in, and that is when i get the best dreams. This weekend was my first semi lie-in for a few months!
The dream began with me hosting a birthday party - similar to the parties I had when I was young, with cake, jelly and ice cream and games. Instead of party bags to give people though, Mum had bought a baby guinea-pig for each person. They were so small and cute.
My guinea pig was completely black and I called him “Mr Black”. I filled out his name onto the little form I had to record my guinea-pig details onto (yes, i don’t know why there was a form either) but then i realised i was sitting next to a black man. I didn’t want to give the impression to the man that i was racist in anyway - my guinea-pig name had been purely based on the colour of his fur. I quickly scribbled out the name and changed it to “Rupert”.
Rupert and I had lots of fun. There were lots of other people at the party playing with their baby guinea-pigs as well. Becky was there and her guinea-pig was also black but had some white bits on too.
I looked out the window to the buffet that Mum had laid out in the garden. There were giant croissants, giant cookies and giant scotch eggs, and i meant GIANT. They were about 1 foot in diameter.
I was happily playing with Rupert but then suddenly he lost his grip when sitting on my knee and fell to the floor. I said to Becky, “he’s knocked himself out!” but Becky said it was serious. She tried to resuscitate Rupert with mouth to mouth and chest compressions. She even opened him up and pressed his little reset button on his heart but nothing worked. He had died. I was devastated. Thankfully Mum had bought spare baby guinea-pigs in case such a thing happened, so I got one of the spares.
Soon it was time for bed so we put the little guinea-pigs back in the pen that they came in, which seemed to be elevated up on a pedestal in the garden.
The next morning I woke up and looked out of the window toward the guinea-pigs and saw that there was a cat in the pen! The cat looked like Biggles - James’s family’s cat. I was terrified that the cat was killing the guinea pigs so screamed “Nooooo”. I realised however, that the cat wasn’t killing the guinea-pigs, but was picking them up and dropping them down - liberating them from their pen!! Most of the guinea-pigs were surviving the drop but were escaping off into the garden! We rushed outside and managed to catch quite a lot of them.
Later on, we went over to some boys’ house where I realised that everyone else were teenagers and I was the only one who was 25 years old. I was like their chaperone. These boys lived in a strange but posh complex where each house had a kind of multi-coloured slide out of the front door instead of steps. There was a flight of steps every few houses though, for those who didn’t want to use the slides.
We went to the local shopping centre to do some “hanging out”. The shopping centre was odd. You didn’t walk around the centre, you travelled on these enormous rotating discs that you had to step from one to the other when they came close to one another. It was quite scary, like something out of Knightmare. If you missed the opportunity you could fall down a big gap! Everyone else seemed to be at ease with these but i kept getting left behind because i would miss the opportunity to change discs when they met together. We went to pizza hut which also had the rotating discs with tables on but you had to kind of propell them yourself like the tea-cup ride at Alton Towers. We did that and it was fun.
Then I woke up.
