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I had a really strange nightmare last night.

I dreamt that my friends; Nicki, Lynnette, Emma and I were looking for a hotel in a swampy forest where night was falling fast.  Once the sun had set we were surrounded by crocodiles with no escape because all the trees were strange, unclimbable shapes.

My friend Lynnette got torn apart and eaten while the rest of us managed to climb up a stumpy tree but we knew that soon the crocodiles would be able to get us.  I slipped and fell out of the tree but I decided not to climb back up with my friends because without me in the tree, the branch we were sitting on wasn’t weighed down so much and my friends were safer.

I managed to run to another tree, but once I reached the other tree I realised that the back door of the hotel we were trying to find originally wasn’t far away, so I made a run for the open doorway.  I made it inside and slammed the door behind me.

I remember the light had a yellowish tinge, as if the lights in the room were aged.  I turned from the door and looked around the room.  It was of simple, old-fashioned design with fancy leather couches and wooden tables.  It had a warm atmosphere on the surface but a strange, cold feeling underneath the warmth.  There was some sort of party going on and everyone was dressed up with masks; no one was smiling, everyone was staring at me in a sort of blank disappointment.

I was in a panic, terrified for the lives of my friends.  I recognised one of the people as my mother and I remember being able to compose myself and swiftly collect my thoughts, because I figured people wouldn’t listen to a crazy person ranting about crocodiles.  I began to calmly ask people for help, saying things like, “The crocodiles – they’ve come to the hotel.  My friends are trapped in a tree outside, we must save them or they’ll die. We don’t have much time. Please help me,” but the people just turned away, went back to their party, and I felt abandoned.  I didn’t know who to turn to and I think I found a gun and decided to try save my friends myself.

My dream then changed and I was in an expensive, top-floor room of the same hotel with girls I didn’t know, but had seemed to know all my life.  The room felt plush and warm.  While the girls explored the bedroom for goodies I decided to go through the bathroom.  I remember looking forward to being able to have a soak in the bath because I was still covered in mud from the crocodile infested swamp.  The detail of the bathroom in my dream was stunning…  I might have to draw it before I forget it.

My dream then changed again and I was on the bottom floor of a modern hotel overlooking a lifeless, rain-swept city; both the room and the city were cold and grey.  I was standing on the veranda, contemplating the world when two warm arms wrapped around me and the conversation was as follows (I recognised who it was by the voice)…

Gavin:  “Isn’t it stunning?”
Me:  “I suppose… but why did you pick a room on the bottom floor?”
Gavin:  “I thought it would be easier to go out and less work to bring the bags up.  Besides, I prefer the bottom floor.”
Me:  “Mmmm…”

All I could think was how I wish someone would think about what I want for once, rather than think about what they think I should want.  Gavin then faded before I could look at him and I was left there alone, wondering absently if I had done something wrong.

Interesting, huh…?

I shall have to ponder what different things in my dreams symbolise.  I love analysing dreams.

Perhaps I’ll dream again tonight…

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