Finished last night or started today with another weird dream, most of which I am sure I have forgotten and none of which I wrote down when I awoke. There was a beach front promonade and a little way off shore was a huddle of rocks with seals or sealions on. People walking around and not taking too much attention. But on the footbath between the beach and some shops and cafes was a grass and bushed area behind a small fence. And in there was a seal with a baby seal - one of the white ones, real young, before they go brown-grey - in it's mouth. Carrying it I think, not eating it. A smal group of people huddled and I found a sort of soft egg case out of which a new baby seal popped. I should have been somewhat shocked at this because it is not what happens but I seemed to take it in my stride. I was trying - and I failed - to get a picture of the event. IN the end I was squatting down keeping the assembled crowd back from the little 'un.
Newborn seal kinda wriggles it's way free of the egg case and makes it's way towards the sea when one of a group of three young boys, probably 11 or 12, maybe early teens, kicks the seal towards the shops where it lands in a shop doorway. It is stil moving and I assume it was OK after this trauma. It's my dream, lets say it was. So I head off after the kids, confront the kicker (his two mates are further ahead) who somehow manages to get one of those lanyard things that people hang mobile phones around their necks with around my neck. Inneffective though it was, the little bastard was trying to strangle me and so ends that chapter of my dreams.
The next chapter seems to be a quick one and I am witness to a car jacking where a woman in a a fairly average car has said car nicked. Apparently her kid is in the car so we get into another car - a circa 1980 red Merc SL convertible, presumably to give chase. Not a lot more on that part as the next thing I remember is being on a train that reminded me of a London commuter train. I was standing looking at a large hardware store, all planks and stuff leaning all over the place. Then I was no longer in the train but in an alley that I think was alongside the hardware store and I was trying to rip open a locked, wooden gate that I needed to get over or through. The screws that loked more like nails that were holding the lock in place were coming away from the wooden gate post as I awoke this morning.
I think you start dreaming about an hour into sleep and you start with a short dream and they get longer until the longest one that is typically your last dream and can last over half an hour. Not sure where I picked that up from, but it is what I believe. So I have no idea how many dreams I had and what parts go with what other parts. What I do think is that dreams are like a mental storage job where your brain, not having to deal with being awake, takes what has been on your mind lately and organises it in whatever way it sees fit. Maybe you're not supposed to get a glimpse of this and maybe that is what dreams often make little sense.
So let me analyse this dream sequence a little. Recently I spoke to Jon who has had his convertible Merc broken in to. A school friend of mine, BJ, his dad had an old red convertible Merc SL. So maybe the news from Jon has been badly cross-referenced with that older car. As to the car jacking bit, who knows? The climbing over the breaking fence bit is again from Jon; I nearly pulled his fence down trying to climb over it when I was living there. As for the rest of it...dunno.
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