Everybody dreams, but not all dreams are remembered upon awakening.
It is thought that dreams perform a vital function and help to keep you sane, although much is not fully understood.
Some dreams are quite common and include: Being chased, flying, falling, losing your teeth, being unable to find a loo, and being naked. A quick browse online and you can find many sites purporting to be able to analyse them.
But what if your nocturnal nightmares are beyond weird and totally off the wall? As an example, I will proffer the contents of my dreams from late last month. One of the rare occasions when I could remember them. I have no idea what any of it means, and to be honest, I don’t want to!
In the first dream, I found myself hill walking with Van Morrison. It was really muddy and I was struggling to keep up with him. As Van is now seventy-eight years of age, this was somewhat concerning. We called off at a scenic village and did some sightseeing.
Next, I dreamt about a young man who used to date a member of my family. We all liked him, he was well-mannered and pleasant. Not in Dreamworld though…He produced a big box of chocolates and proceeded to pass them around to a few of us. So far, so good. He then sat down opposite me and my husband, took two chocolates out of the box, hid the box behind his chair and passed the (by now slightly melted) chocs to us both. He then rose, stashed the box under his arm and walked off.
My husband looked aghast at the rudeness of being handed a sweaty chocolate, one which he was not even allowed to choose for himself, looked at me and uttered the immortal words “The greedy bastard! He took that big nut cluster all for himself!”
Later on, in a different dream, my husband said he had a plan of action for the bathroom that he was planning to renovate. He said to me “Sod it. It looks shit and I’ll deal with it by doing nothing”. I was crestfallen about that - until I woke up and realised he didn’t actually say it.
Finally, I had a dream that I was walking through a housing estate, which had lost its water supply. The inhabitants of the estate were queuing beside a nearby reservoir, holding huge containers which they intended to fill with water and transport back home in any way they could.
I found myself glancing at the woman next to me. I looked more closely and saw that she wasn’t carrying a large receptacle like the others - she was clutching a hot water bottle. I fear she may have had to make many trips…
All of the above were dreams that I had on the same night. Goodness knows why. Perhaps I had eaten cheese before bedtime.