Just livin’ the dream

I used to work for a well known European airline, and I was there in the boom times. It was good!

We were all busy people rushing from room to room, in meetings , conference calls and so on. Whenever we were asked by visiting suppliers, partners and so on about how life was , the phrase bounced back to them was, ‘yes, just great , just livin’ the dream”.

And in reality this was true – we were busy , well paid people in a burgeoning economy and things looked good. Having said that, I am never really sure what that phrase, ‘living the dream really means’.

Then fast forward some years, and aviation is a different place, but then so is the whole of transportation, leisure industry, car manufacturing and a whole host of others.

However lets not dwell on that…much is written already, by those far more eloquent and informed than me.

But back to ‘living the dream’. I must admit I am actually quite fascinated by dreams…and the many explanations of why we have them and what they mean. Mine are normally quite staid affairs and usually just involve me being late…I am actually a very punctual person by nature so its perhaps just a bit of daytime real life fears translated into night-time reality.

Until now that is……recently I have just had two very, very strange dreams . One of them in a way doesn’t make a good story to recount in detail as it featured only people that I know or knew…but actually a very strange and bizarre mixture of old friends, old locations , present day family and events none of which are in reality ever connected with each other geographically or chronologically or in any way but with the assistance of my brain had then been beautifully woven together into an elaborate story, a set of emotions, connections, strange timelines and distorted geographies that had this been featured in a film, would have had the critics complaining that the script writer had no sense of reality or worse still was making use of narcotics or had suffered a severe bump on the head.

Normally the dreams I have if remembered at all just evaporate a day or so later once I have shared (or bored!) my friends and family with…”you’ll never guess, I had the most weird dream last night”. But this one is still slightly haunting me some days later as I really puzzle over the most bizarre links of people and events. I am very tempted to share some of the detail but perhaps I’ll keep it in case I ever consider screenwriting of weird movies as an alternate career.

The other dream that followed just one night later was actually much simpler in content. In this dream, I decided to photograph a police vehice and was promptly arrested. I hasten to add that I live in a country where that does not happen, and in fact you would need to steal the police vehicle for such a reaction to follow! In the dream I had bizarrely decided to photograph it because it had some unusual decals on the side…a bit like you might see on a Plumbers van, it advertised the location on the side, and seeing British Transport Police, Kirkcaldy , and yet I seemed to be in London, not Fife , Scotland at the time. It then appeared I decided to photograph this for my friend who lived in Kirkcaldy and show him a visiting police vehicle of his locale, doing a visit to London. Yes, I know this is all so weird, but its a dream don’t forget!

The dream then took on a more bizarre twist, that once I was handcuffed, the very amiable policemen decided that I was just a pleasant but misguided photographer, deleted the photo from my phone, but took pity on me and decided it still would be nice for my friend to see this, so promptly ripped the decals off the van and presented to me as a parting gift after un locking me. None of this makes any sense..other than that I do have a friend who lives in Kirkcaldy!

If anybody can explain any or all of this…please do let me know.

Since then dreams have returned to non-memorable trivia…just a few more missed trains and meetings.

Maybe I eat too much cheese?

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Sweet Dreams ?

One of my subscribers (actually not sure if I like that word, as it reminds me of 1970’s telephone books or exchanges),

so lets just go for readers although technically there is a difference as a reader may just come across this blog (lucky them!) or indeed be directed there by a search engine whereas a subscriber has asked to be notified of each new posting….. anyway, one of my readers told me that last week, by chance this blog was the last thing he read before going to sleep. If I was self deprecating enough I would assume that the blog post had actually sent him to sleep, but anyway it appears the timing of reading was intentional as opposed to a homeopathic cure for insomnia. It seems that the effect of this was, he then had a dream featuring the content of the blog post. Fortunately the post was all about roast beef and Yorkshire pudding Sunday lunches at my parental home and it seems my reader had a very pleasant trip down memory lane and a nice lunch with his now sadly departed grandmother…and all was good…and he didn’t have to wash up!

It does however make me give a word of caution though to anyone planning late night reading of my blog that this may happen. The somewhat varied nature of my posts means that you could find yourself featuring in dreams about cows invading picnics, strange characters on your train journey or unusual taxi trips to name but just a few. You have been warned.

A friend recently recounted to me about a worrying recurring dream where she finds herself in a variety of locations – office, supermarket, post office and most specifically a well known DIY store found in every retail park in the UK wearing…well not much, in fact, just what she was born in. I am sure this means something if I looked it up in a dreams analysis handbook. Maybe it suggests that this is someone not wanting to share secrets or how they feel etc.

Alternatively it might just be suggesting she is exceptionally forgetful..or just a bit of an exhibitionist. To be fair, I dont think these latter two at least are correct.

Thankfully, its not a dream that features in my repertoire – mine is always about arriving late for every possible event and in the most embarrassing big entrance kind of way too. Strange really as I am a pretty good timekeeper and its very rare I am late.

Ignore the name of this blog of course…that’s a metaphorical lateness rather than turning up for a party when the host has got the hoover out!

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