If you want to read my silly entry on the Eurovision song contest, that is in the previous post.
But here is something you've never seen the likes of before:
We were in a plane, and it was going down (yes, my second plane crash dream in 6 months). Bill Cosby opened the emergency hatch at the back, and another guy standing nearby shouted at him to shut it because we were in space!
We were - there was no oxygen outside but nothing was floating inside and nothing was sucked into the vacuum. t the realisation, everyone held their breath, not wanting to use up the precious air supply.
Also, I spent a few seconds looking at Bill expecting him to break into a comedy routine, but of course he didn't, and he closed the hatch.
I got up and shouted, "Release the oxygen masks!"
I happened to be a young boy with new superhero powers, the activation of which involved putting on a white mitt (looking suspiciously like my facewashing mitt) containing some magical metal element, a knee pad, and something wrapped around my shoulder.
I went into the back to put on my costume, and when I emerged, the passengers were reaching for the dangling oxygen masks, whilst being drenched with water from the sprinklers.
Suddenly I was in London, as myself once more. I had just left some sort of study session with four other people at a professor's house in Islington. However, I found myself in Hackney near a river (there isn't one in real life) and was trying to get back to a recognisable part of Islington which had similar terraces but no river. Going down a street which I had seen in a dream before, I came across my classmates again near a crowded bus-stop.
Meantime the sun was going down, but we found ourselves standing outside a shop on the High Street by nightfall. I looked up and saw that the next floor up was a bookshop with a green sign called "Hysbons". I exclaimed, "I know this shop, I had to come here to buy some books for my art history course!" (There is none such, by the way.)
Suddenly we found ourselves inside the entryway and a classmate came in behind us bearing cups of coffee and saying, "Here we are!"
To get into the "bookshop" we had to climb up some wooden steps and boxes, and hoist ourselves through a door in the ceiling.
The proprietors were Chinese and as we came in they asked us what flavour ice creams we wanted.
I looked at the clock on the wall and it was all topsy-turvy: where the 1 and 2 are there were a 6 and 7. Apparently 6 and 7 signified it was as late as 1 or 2 am for us. The Chinese lady told us she had our rooms ready for the night, and she headed towards the back of the "shop", expecting us to follow.
Note, I hadn't seen a single book here. In the back of my mind I had inklings of being kidnapped and sold into slavery. Horrified, I just wanted to get home and had no plans of sleeping anywhere other than my own bed!
I had my rabbit Lulu back. We were happy to be together once more. She was nestled in my arms and I was kissing her cheeks, scratching her ears, and whispering loving things. In a burst of bunny love, she reached up and planting her paw on my collarbone, she kissed my chin, my nose, and my eyelids just as she used to.
Here ended the dream.
I woke up feeling quite surprised.