I had this insanely epic dream a few years back, it happened all so clearly in 4 distinctly separate āactsā. I wrote it down immediately at the time as it was so vivid and clear, hereās what I wrote, with some names redacted. It was at a time I was going through a bit of an emotional rollercoaster (should also feature in the mental health thread!). Does include a skateboard and some light blue Converse Trapasso shoes:
Part I: The car crash, helicopters
I wake up after being in a car crash. Iām partially paralysed, groggy and am totally dazed, lying in a field in thick grass looking at the sky. I can see a 2 helicopters flying in the distance above, which I assume are surveying the crash site. I donāt know if anyone else is in the crash. It feels as if I have been thrown from the car, which is light, silver coloured, although I cannot see it.
From my first person perspective, who I assume are 2 paramedics start examining me and talking to me and ask me to look in certain directions to gauge my health (I assume) whilst I am lying in the field. I feel frustration as they mistake me for being unconscious when I am aware of whatās going on, and I am looking up and left as they direct me but do not see me when I perform the instruction. I am still dazed.
Part II: My father and Christianity
I am not sure whether this part is before or after the lake part (after this one). I am sitting on a bench or sideboard, or an old piece of dark-coloured furniture with my father. He talks of his frustration with having to learn so much about religion (although I know he is referring to Christianity only). He seems to knows everything about Christianity and knows the Bible thoroughly. I feel frustration that he has been made to learn all these things but never put them into practice as he is an atheist and not a religious man.
Part III: The house and the lake
I meet with a girl, K, who used to be friends with S, my long-term ex, and we go to a beautiful, large, white/grey detatched victorian mansion in a large park in Wanstead. It is secluded and quiet. I have my skateboard with me and she persuades me to get into the pond that backs onto the mansion. I am reluctant (as I dislike swimming, even more so in a pond), but agree. I remove my socks and shoes, and jump into the pond/lake after her, with my skateboard. I use the skateboard to paddle around. The pond does not cover my head, it is not cold or difficult to swim in, it feels as though I am up to my chest in the water. As I am in the lake it is as if I am dragged gently by some kind of current or riptide. We pass what looks like a huge, decomposing grey/white bird, maybe a large seagull or heron, with wings spread, as though crucified, on the banks of the lake. I donāt see K again, and there is no sexual or other feeling towards her. I drift past and notice the riptide is slowly taking me further and further away from the house, but parallel with the bank, a short distance away (maybe 10-15 feet. After some effort, I manage to drag myself onto a smooth red stone jetty on the banks of the lake, and start making my way back to the house. I am still holding my skateboard. As I look down to examine it I notice one of the wheels is damaged and the truck is bent, from what I assume is the earlier car crash. It would mean I can no-longer use the skateboard.
I walk up the stairs back into the rear of the house and notice a number of people have taken items of clothing off to go into the pond. I see school shoes, school uniforms and a digital watch. I put back on my shoes which are turquoise Converse Trapassoās and note I donāt put my socks back on.
Inside the barely furnished house is a chinese-looking girl who seems familiar. She may have hung around the circle of friends or have been a regular at the pub I used to go to when I was the age I used to hang around with K and everyone else (19-25?). She talks of how the house belongs to her parents. Everything inside is light-grey coloured, like a washed shabby-chic style of finish. It seems empty inside it, although it is not derelict.
Part IV: The photo
I am outside in public. In front of me is a girl from work, M, who I have no sexual feelings towards. I am having sex with her from behind, and we are both standing up. In front of us is a man standing about 10 feet away taking photos of us with his mobile phone. I get angry, rush forward and snatch the phone away from him. I delete the pictures but am conscious that he may be able to recover the deleted photos with some special software.
Dream ends.
