phantym_56: (ed - different class)

(I am sitting on a railway platform)

I didn't sleep so well last night. I dreamed that I was being flung into the air by the ankle by Tom Hiddleston. This much I know. I woke up suddenly, leapt to my knees in a panic fighting not to throw up there and then. I'm less sure this bit actually happened. At the time I was convinced it was real. In movies etc people always wake up suddenly and startlingly, sit bolt upright, gasp, wake themselves screaming etc. I don't do this, even from bad nightmares. I suspect most people don't. And this wasn't a nightmare. It wasn't scary. Tom Hiddleston is supremely unscary. Even if it had been Loki - well, my poor-little-Loki switch is still jammed in the 'on' position so I doubt I'd have been scared even if he'd shown up. So I conclude it's unlikely I did have such a physical reaction to the dream and it was one of these rare but real dreams-within-a-dream where I've dreamed I've woken up - this has certainly happened to me before and last time the fake wake-up also featured a film-style wake-up from a bad dream.

I am off to London. 1) to go to the Covent Garden map shop 2) to visit the Greenwich IMAX.

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phantym_56: (ed - reunited - squash)
Good morning. I'm still half-asleep - been dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn for the last two days which is a great start to a day during this precious precious four day weekend - but I thought I'd better write this down before I forgot.

I had a dream last night, a dream in which Silver and I went out to a village in the middle of nowhere. I can't remember why and I can't remember what we did there. But I remember there was another girl, another of his "girlfriends" (For all I love Silver, and you know I do, he is a self-confessed "slag" and he flirts with... well, anything with a postcode). And I think her car had some problem, so he took her back to the car and I tagged along, all jealous-like and on the way, we bumped into a local couple with a dog and stopped to talk and Silver introduced me as "This is [Phantym], she's generally my husband".


And you know what? I reckon I could live with that. I know one is a male spouse and one is a female spouse but in terms of the role and the responsibilities and the job description, even though it shouldn't, especially in the 21st century, "husband" has a very different ring to "wife". I quite enjoyed being introduced as Silver's husband.
phantym_56: (ed - reunited - lion)
I must have slept so well last night. Generally I wake up feeling groggy and as if I could stay in bed for the next few days but I woke up feeling fantastic today. Diminished a little once I was locked up in a hot stuffy silent office, of course. I've been saying it all winter but it's true - I do prefer winter to being too hot and if I'm hating being too hot in April, I'm going to be dead by midsummer. I also made the mistake of wearing mascara today - don't know why but I thought it would go well with my hair, which I dyed "Maple Burgundy Red" last night (really dark red-tinted brown, quite the shock after being relatively blonde for the last six months) - and that meant that when my eyes got hot and tired, as they do in the summer, I couldn't rub them. I will not be wearing mascara again in the foreseeable future.

Anyway, work is over. I'm home, it's hot and sunny and I'm sheltering inside with the window open, musing on how well I slept last night - spring heat, open windows and blankets apparently make the perfect combination.

I had an odd dream the other night, Sunday night, I think. A fully-fledged space opera, complete with world-weary freighter space captain and a spaceship that was a high school and there was even an outdoors activity centre with a swimming pool on a planet. Part of me was amazed at the detail of this world inside my head. Part of me was a little horrified because... Two ships, one a big ugly cross-Channel ferry-like passenger spaceship, one presumably housing this high school. Umm... these two ships, remote-controlled from the planet surface below, by the world-weary captain and one of the schoolgirls... the two ships had sex. Not the two people, the two spaceships, by remote control. I don't even know what my brain thought it was doing. I can't even justify this as them being living ships, like Farscape's Moya. They weren't. They were soulless, ugly metal spaceships.
phantym_56: (hiking)
I had a dream that I was in Paris and ran unexpectedly into my old friend and guardian angel Magpie. And he looked a little the worse for the few years since I've seen him and it took ages to jolt his memory until he actually remembered who I was. It was like meeting a brand new friend for the first time, only you already know that you get on really well with him. And he'd moved across the country to a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere - which happens to be about six miles away from where I live and we made arrangements for me to go and see him every week on my way to Brownies.

And yes, it was only a dream but I think a dream which involves me reuniting with Magpie is a lovely start to a year that's going to be better than last year.
phantym_56: (big book project)
I sort of half woke up this morning when my sister went to work, then I must have drifted off again because I had a very odd dream this morning.

I was in London, I was getting the underground to or maybe from Hammersmith (which is my home from home in London, or it used to be). I changed trains somewhere, then got off at the next station and realised I needed to change lines so I had to change platforms but the platforms were only half the length of a single carriage and they were very much oval-topped so unless you stood right in the middle and stayed very still you were going to slip off. And at one point I very nearly did and I had to grab onto two girls.

Anyway, this was my journey that was leading me to Hammersmith. I arrived, I emerged into a grey day and immediately the entire station was closed because terrorists had taken over it. I looked around. Both of my grandads were there, my dad's dad coming up first, my mum's dad a little further away and dad's dad wrapped his arms around both of us and I think all three of us thought we were going to die. At some point between here and then end, I realised I wasn't me, I was my character Alex but I have no idea when this happened. My dad's dad, it turned out, was a spy and he went into the station. Five minutes later he stuck his head out and said "It's ok!" I went in too, a little apprehensive - I think I was Alex by now - and discovered that my grandad had taken down several hundred terrorists single-handedly. Three escalators were just covered in clothes - piles of clothes six to ten feet deep. For some reason they belonged to all the people who were trapped on the trains by the terrorists.

And then I was outside, watching as the weirdest thing came out of the station. It was a tube train, three carriages long, painted army green and the front and back carriages had rotors on the top and the whole thing was a very wiggly military helicopter, apparently a top secret weapon in case Hammersmith station was ever attacked.

I woke up thinking two things. 1) That station wasn't actually Hammersmith - Hammersmith station is on one of the above ground sections 2) It would actually make quite a lot of sense if it turned out my grandad really was a spy and how cool would that be?!

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