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Twisted Twisters

Twisted Twisters

12th September 2013

I was on a beach front road walking down it with my father; the area somewhat resembled Scarborough. We walked to the end of the road and reached a small beach shack selling random holiday type things. My father kept trying to buy me a kids quad-cycle. This caused some confusion, is I was having trouble understanding what age range I was supposed to be in.

As we were waiting people began to scream, I turned around. The beach scene was now a large grass field. There was a tornado approaching, it didn’t give off any sense of wind movement but it did make a low rumbling sound and it had a bluish tint, like a small LED light at the top. It didn’t seem to affect anything it touched, that is until it hit a person and then it sucked them upwards. This didn’t seem to be any ordinary tornado.

I grabbed my father’s hand and pulled him away and started running, somewhere along the way I grabbed an girl, she was around fourteen with blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. I seemed to know this girl, there was a bond there.

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New House

New House

20th July 2012

 

I was walking down the street towards my current house. As I entered the front door there was building work going on. My father was in a room we don’t have doing some painting. He was climbing up a ladder that gave way and ended up falling off. He wasn’t hurt but I remember thinking using a ladder that wasn’t made out of straw might be more useful. My mother was sat in the corner of the room, she seemed happy, but quiet and sullen and about 20 years younger.

I made my way towards the kitchen, a small boxer type dog came through the door, it was black and white. I grabbed it by the collar and dragged it out. I was somewhat scared of this strange dog and was unsure if it was being friendly or not. I gently kicked it in a “move it” gesture. It ran off into a corner of the garden. These furry little brown creatures walked past me in a small group. I remember wondering if they were some kind of lemming. [Google images suggest my subconscious was right, they do appear to be lemmings.] I made my way up some steps, I started to feel guilty about man handling the dog as, in retrospect, I felt it wasn’t aggressive it was just being friendly. I hoped to meet it in another dream so I could be nicer to it.

At the top of the stairs I found a small plant, it looked similar to pennyroyal leaves, but there were no purple flower on it. There was a spiders web spun between the leaves.

Home Delivery

Home Delivery

14/7/2012

I was in bed and feeling very tired and sleepy. [A common feeling in dreams if I am not fully rested] I could hear the doorbell, but wasn’t sure if my step-brother was awake. I scrambled out of bed, noticing the time was about 8:45am, I stumbled into slippers as I put my dressing gown on. Opening the door I could hear movement downstairs, I quickly walked down.

At the bottom of the stairs, there were lots of parcels stacked almost five foot high in front of the door. Some with DHL markings on them. I moved them from the door and told my step-brother not to put them so close, or he wouldn’t be able to get in.

I noticed there was a strange clear walling between the boxes and the door, I was unsure what they were as two women came through the door with some more boxes. They were both around the same height as me, one was pale with blonde hair, the other was tanned with dark hair. She seemed to like me as she kept looking at me in ‘that’ way. Both of them appeared to be in their mid to late twenties.
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Fragments

Fragments

14/7/2012

I remember I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of the backroom between the dinner table and the kitchen with the fridge as the head of the makeshift bed. My step-brother walked into the room and turned into the utility room where there is now a downstairs toilet. For whatever reason I felt I needed to turn the lights off and pretend I was sleeping.

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I was in the car with my youngest step-brother and father, who was driving. We pulled up to a shop and I asked for some coke in a can. As my dad went into the shop I saw him getting some cake, I yelled at Sam to tell him I said in a can, not a cake.