Whale wakeup

This dream was a couple of weeks ago, simple yet convoluted...

In the dream I was asleep on the sand of a Coromandel beach, similar to Cathedral Cove though not exactly. I was woken (in the dream) by a puffing sound and sat up to see a Minke Whale stranded in the shallows, tangled in enormous amounts of nylon fishing line. I realised that the puffing sound was it 'blowing'.

I then briefly woke up (in the real world), heard the whale 'blow' again and realised in my half-awake state that it had been my own breath / sighing that I had heard, and turned into a whale sound in the dream...

Afghanistan

This dream happened a few weeks ago but was extremely vivid and a bit distressing though at least not a 'nightmare'...

I was in Afghanistan with a team of troops from some obscure Eastern-European NATO country who had a token contingent there. We were sitting on the curved low steps of a derelict building in a rubble-strewn street, on an incredibly hot day. The entire squad was basically asleep from the heat and I realised a lot of villagers were starting congregate and gawk at us, so I was yelling at the squad to get up...but it was so hot it was impossible to wake them and I myself could barely get on my feet with incredible yawning and drowsiness. I staggered down the street a little and a small Afghan boy about 8 years old was walking towards me holding his arms out and yelling something at me. In the dream this was suspicious and against 'protocols' to let him get too close, so I was yelling at him to stop/get back but he didn't so in the end I was forced to shoot him with an old FN FAL ("SLR") rifle.

He fell and I realised he hadn't been a suicide bomber or anything so I rushed over full of remorse. He was shot in two places but alive and I was desperately trying to save his life, and I realised my team, still asleep on the steps, had a medic in it who would be able to save the boy so I was yelling and cursing at the troops to wake up, even in the end firing my rifle in the air to try and wake them up...

Vanessa and the Walrus

26 July 2011


I dreamed I had a date with a woman, a celebrity/big star called "Vanessa Vanilli" – but she lived in the Bahamas, so I was going to borrow a WW2 Supermarine Walrus amphibious plane and fly down there for the weekend, though I was a little worried about whether I was good enough a pilot to take such a long journey.


But then I heard someone had booked it for the Sunday so that wasn't an option, and also a fog rolled in (a bunch of us were standing on a pier discussing this) so I couldn't take off anyway. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity so I was wondering if I could take a commercial flight but someone said 'nah, just text her you can't fly in this fog'. While standing around on the pier I noticed someone had ordered takeaways, which were sitting in a bag but going cold so I helped myself to a huge burger which included as a filling an entire toasted sandwich. I was trying to fit it all in my mouth then realised the takeaway person had just put two orders together by mistake so I took the toasted sandwich out, but got a dirty look from my friend Daryl who thought I was wasting food...