Dreams

Dunno what it is recently (like, intermittently over the last few months), but I've been waking up in the middle of dreams. Now, I don't know if it's just me dreaming this... but I'm wondering if I'm visiting the same places in my dreams. Alternatively, I may be visiting different places, and just dreaming that they're the same places I've dreamed about before, or dreaming that I know these places well.

Since I only remember dreams when I have woken up in the middle of them, I have no idea if I'm visiting these places & people each night, although it seems possible.

When I was a teenager, I read all the Dennis Wheatley books, the ones about satanism & the like. Wheatley espoused this theory, that people DO actually visit each other in their dreams, so that if I dreamed one night that Mainlander Mike & I are drinking in a bar someplace, then Mike has had the same dream.

I discreetly tested this theory years ago (not with Mike), and I think I can safely say that it is bollocks, the people you meet in dreams are just figments of your subconscious mind. And sometimes even, I can dream of one person, yet assign in my mind the name of another person that I know to them.

It's so confusing...

But I get the impression I'm visiting Cuba Street (Wellington, not Petone). Although it's not Cuba Street at all, in my dreams I think "Cuba Street", but they bear little resemblance.

In fact, I seem to be visiting a small number if antique/2nd hand stores in Cuba Street. Which don't actually exist. But they're all run by crusty old men. One has dusty old luggage for sale, and old milk urns & the like. Another has old posters & books, and the old man who owns it seems to know me. Further, last night I was rummaging around the books & posters with er... a well known journalist that I have never met (his first appearance in my dreams as far as I can tell). I was trying to show him a brochure of the new mobile phone I want to buy. I mean. WTF? Although I do actually want to buy THAT phone & have a brochure at hand...

Further, when we got home (not my home, but appeared to be some flat on the Terrace), my wife (although, not my actual wife, but in fact someone I DO know...) came home with a lot of friends & chinese takeaways & appeared to know this journalist quite well. I was irritated because I wanted to watch an unidentified DVD & did not want to socialise. Also, I'm not a fan of chinese takeaways.

Then I woke up.

In previous dreams, I have just been in a hurry to get someplace rather urgently, but have ended up just rummaging through old luggage & milk urns & the like instead. Possibly because I have no idea where I am in a hurry to get to. Also, to some extent in those dreams, Cuba Street resembles something from Blade Runner...

What can it all mean?