Disrupted Sleep, Again

 It was around 3am that I woke up this morning. The rain had well and truly stopped, and I could see the stars. The daytime sky is even clearer right now, as I type this.

Yesterday, I'd been woken up around 8am, and the sky overhead had been a dull grey, with a bank of cloud overhead covering everything but this dazzling strip of clear sky, a band of golden yellow on the horizon. But as I lay there, that solid grey cloud broke up and it all became dazzling through the window.

My dreams nowadays tend mostly to be of me doing things, rather than of me being chased; in one dream, I was housesitting in someone's place while the owner and her family were on an extended vacation. This was a favour to a friend, because about the only thing I would probably do would be to raid the fridge and use their internet extensively.

I noticed that the suburban home, which was in its own grounds, surrounded by tall, leafy trees, had some sort of connecting communal corridor to a door at the other end - which opened onto someone else's home next door. I spent the time exploring that other home, when I sensed that the neighbours were coming in.

And I was there, without their knowledge or permission, naked.

But then, there was this morning's dream - which was a lot more fun, until I woke up.

I was back to my old hypnotic tricks again, putting people under and enjoying watching them drop into trances, which is really easy, and I heard that a celebrity had arrived in town and I'd been invited to drop by the hotel where she was staying. The celebrity was an actor, Sophia Myles.

The next thing, sadly, I was awake, staring out at the night sky.

Marble Slab

 

One of the other dreams I had was when I was, for some reason, digging turf on top of a tall Alpine mountain above a steep valley. No idea why I was doing this, or why I was so close to a precipice, but bear with me.

Below me was a narrow road, maybe 333 metres down; and this road curved around the lip of a sheer precipice 650 metres high, over a lush green valley far below.

There were people in that valley, apparently engaged in agricultural activities. I had taken my square of turf off, and that had cleared some topsoil, so I was on my way out when some new guy came along with a pickaxe and started to use that on the topsoil.

There was a deeply ominous crack and a thump which I felt with my feet. A four-ton rectangular slab of marble just broke off from the top of the cliff, fell to the road, bounced off the ledge, and spun as it continued its journey straight down.

The slab didn't kill anyone, but it landed on a farmhouse which was at the base of the precipice, crushing it. The slab did'nt land on its end, or its edge - it landed flat, a horizontal slab of marble.

Last thing I remember of that dream was standing in the valley, staring up at the chip in the top of the rock face 983 metres up, and a tiny figure right at the top.