Okay I had a really, really freaky weird dream about a week ago. And it was so vivid I can still remember it today. So I figure I should document it.. even though it makes no sense, lol.
This dream took place over the space of about 90 minutes.
So... I was going to a party with my younger brother. I was a kid again. (I have an inordinate number of dreams where I'm a kid again... that probably says something). It was a party at the house of another kid we used to know. A kid who was.. hmm... a bit of a troublemaker when he was young. Got my brothers in all kinds of trouble. As kids are wont to do. I was always kind of outside all of that and only heard the crap they got up to from my mum. But that's outside the point.
Anyway, we were at this guy's house, and someone ordered pizza. Which was weird because I am not allowed carbs on my current diet. No potatoes, no bread, no pasta, nothing like that. There's a reason for it but I won't bore you with it. But... omg I love pepperoni pizza. I am a complete glutton when it comes to that devil's food. I could eat it 'till the cows come home, so to speak.
Now... where this guy lived was not where he lived in my dream. This is quite important. He lived somewhere I didn't know. Somewhere in the middle of Sheffield. Not terribly far from where I knew where he lived when we were kids but far enough that in this dream I didn't know where this house was. My mum was supposed to pick us up at a certain time... which... she didn't drive. But in this dream she specifically was supposed to drive over to pick us up.
I should also add that in the UK... driving is not as big a deal as it is in the US. We have far better public transport and our country isn't monstrously vast, so... many people don't drive. But in this dream she did. Apparently.
I had an argument with my brother. I forget what about. But I resolved to walk home from this other guy's house. Even though I didn't know where I was, relative to where I had to be. It was quite dumb. But when do dreams make sense? I think it was something to do with not getting enough pizza but I can neither confirm nor deny that, lol.
He was concerned but I was like "Oh, don't worry, I can walk a long way!" And that was kind of true. I lost a lot of weight just through walking like 40 miles a week... like 20 years ago. I lost about 75lbs just doing that back in the day through walking home from work after I left the navy and deciding that being sat on my backside behind a computer wasn't the healthiest lifestyle...
But ANYWAY... I set off. Through a lot of inner city neighbourhoods I didn't recognise. A lot of gang youths in hoodies and looking decidedly shifty passed me en route and I was scared. I didn't know why I was scared but then it suddenly dawned on me that I wasn't me. I was this teenage girl with a low cut top, and skirt. I felt very vulnerable.
I never thought about it until that point. But then I looked at myself and it hit home... hard. I had been trying hard to be... attractive? I don't know. It made me feel very exposed, though. I had never thought about walking in these high heeled boots until I looked at them and suddenly realised how impractical they were for walking miles. So I took them off, and grabbed them in my right hands.
I distinctly remember the next part. There was a sign... like a typical British road sign, it was green, but one side had been shaped into a pointed arrow, denoting the direction. It was called "The Grips". Don't even ask... I don't know. I don't think that place even exists. Especially when what I came upon was this dry river bed with some weird, retrofuture Viking longboats, with wheels on the bottom. Oars sticking out of both sides, seemingly rowing through mid air with blue white jet fuel emissions pouring out the back. Full of men with blonde beards and those weird horned helmets. Rowing their oars into nothing. There were seats around the edges and a whole bunch of people sat on them, cheering. Like some weird Running Man... cyberpunk crowd. It all seemed perfectly normal. Other than I had no idea WTF was going on. I kept going. I felt really warm. I think this river bed was like some old lava channel.
I found myself on this raised roadway, with this JCB trying to dig up the road. What you US folks would call a "Back hoe"? Big yellow thing with a shovel on the back and front. And big wheels. Trying to dig up the road. It was very wobbly and full of what anyone who's played world of warcraft will know as "infernals". This thing...
Bunch of dwarves and Blood elves trying to fight these things. Don't even ask... I don't know.
I somehow scrambled my way past all these things and ended up in another city. Suddenly. Very cold and vulnerable. This party dress I realised I was only wearing at this point was largely shredded. I was barefoot. No idea what was going on or who I was. It was morning at this point and I somehow made my way through this secret tunnel in a car dealership. Very tired, lol. I saw a plaque on this statue outside this car dealership...
"Welcome to Rotherham." I have never been to Rotherham in my life. I know it is relatively near Sheffield but I've been scared to see if there is anything similar to what I saw which actually exists, lol. The whole thing was weird. I spied a Supertram station in the distance. That's like... uh... a tram service around where I live.
It's an alternative to buses. I didn't recognise anything on any of the trams apart from at one stop which proclaimed to be going to where I lived at the time. But it was going in the wrong direction. Nevertheless I got on. I somehow had enough money in this little black purse I had in a handbag I didn't realise I had until this point. I spoke to the driver and asked if he was going back to where I lived. He said he wasn't but I was welcome to stay on the tram while it went the other way, then ride it back to where I knew where I was. I asked if the fare cap applied... lol.
(for people who don't know, there is a fare cap on public transport these days which is £3 ($4.03 currently), for however far you want to go. It can be under that but that's the max they can charge, even it it's like 300 miles)
He said no. I somehow had money in my handbag I didn't know I had until this point, lol. So I paid the dude and we started making small talk. I felt okay... and that's when I woke up. It was incredibly surreal, and incredibly vivid. This was like 6 days ago and I still remember it. Brains are weird!
