just had one of the best most long dreams ever which spans continents and weeks while remaining in wales over a few days..
It started off with me and the wife buying a dream house in caernarfon. We were hosting a house party which was gonna result in us all going out later, we had barely met any of the people in this party and things started going wrong when I heard somebody i used to be mates with calling my water supply rotten. I went down to confront him and he laughed in my face so I punched him in his. This kicked off a series of events which had me rowing/fighting with various people(everyone) which happened in 3 waves, in my new dream house, and them looking at me disgusted and cursing me and me running to confront them. It ends up with me throwing everyone out and my wife leaving with the troop to go on their scheduled night out leaving my marriage and dreams of life in our new home in tatters. Oh, and to top it all off I met our new neighbour on the way out, this handsome firefighter with a motor bike telling me "thats the thing with young marriages; they don't last long... and may I add that your wife is extremely sexy" this seemed to really do my head in as I imagined he had intentions for my wife and he was such a sexy mo' fo' that theres no way in my imagination she could resist him. So I left... (I'll point out that this was the worst part of the dream).
Next up, I'm walking through my new hometown centre and bump into a friend who says he can sell me some rocky an that he has three types, I tell him whats happened and he sympathises by showing me to his dealer that says he has the three types and bites me off a large chunk off a bar of his best stuff for free, whcih disgruntles my friend as he's just lost out on a sale but doesnt seem to bothered after that. We continue to walk down the road and he tells me that him and another friend are entering into a civil partnership which confuses me as I know they are bth straight but I am happy for him and we cross a road and he dissappears and I end up in the next part of my dream...
I'm in a mountain rain forest in africa/still in caernarfon bike track for orphaned kids that is run by a nice middle aged lady who fills me in on the details of the lives of these children and the charity itself (it sells sweets so the kids can carry on riding on this bike track/dirt ramp track). I buy some sweets which costs 90 doulars which she says works out at £3.50. One of the kids offers me a bike to have a go on the ramps but when I look down I realise how dangerous, steep and disjointed all the dirt ramps are so I politely decline to the humor of all the kids.
next up I find myself on a prison ship/naval vessel as a recruit. I dunno how I got on here, it appears I have gone awol and have been picked up by the police for going awol but I don't remember signing up. I explain to the captain (or sargeant, or whoevers in charge giving us the tour) that I've just split from my wife left home and hadnt showered change my clothes in days. He says its okay and to go to my cell/room which has another old friend in there telling another guy that its okay that the steroids are their. the captain overhears but doesnt seem to bothered and I managed to get something to eat or at least procure a food hamper. I am contented with this.
Then, Im in a mountain festival, somewhere crossed between snowdon and borneo at night time. I walk over this stoney plateaux at a darkening dusk to find some old friends chilling out at the edge and I tell them what has happened so far. They seem disinterested so i make my way through the festival which appears to have 'events' at certain stages of the climb up stoney/misty mountain. I see a very old friend and we enter an area that is playing what I clarify as jay kenzo (its not a song Ive heard before but was convinced) but theres no low end so we get on a wierd bus which takes us further up the mountain. He tells me that the best bass he's ever heard is in a shop in paris called 'little shop of horrors'. I imagine it and its how he describes it "a shithole" which is dusty and full of victorian vintage clothing. As the bus nears its destination we have an amazing talk about opportunities and whats possible from here on out and I look out the window and cos of the way the windows have been tinted the people outside look like theyre dancing on the moon.
we get off the bus at the top of this festival, another plateaux and I tell him that I'm just gonna go on a mission and end up anywhere. I ask him if he wants to come with me and he say's "nah, I'm just gonna stay here". we disband and I venture to the edge of the plateaux and see the same friends that were chilling out there before. They're a bit more talkative now and one of them says he needs to have a serious talk with me, he takes me to the edge of one of the events/buses/window with stickers on and tells me, in a really embaressed manner, that he shouldnt have ate any of the food as it has horse meat in and that it's given him the trots.
and then I wake up.
This coupled with me going outside for a cig after and in my post weed sobriety getting a nostalgic smell of the air being reminiscent of being 15 all makes up for it being 1am and I'm wide awake after spending 8 hours sleeping off a migraine.
all in all that was amazing
tl;dr I had an awesome dream
edit. got back to sleep till 6am after reading a book for 30 mins this is a winathon
