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Last night's was a twist on the standard anxiety dream thing, I think.

I was back at school, writing out times tables. All of them. But on the board, rather than pieces of paper. People were watching, but with curiosity, rather than disgust or disinterest.

Sci Fi?

I clear the woods and enter the village. It's a really odd place, this. It looks like a Star Wars setting. Everyone here is called Terry, and we're constantly being attacked by robots, who are all called Anne.

Close Encounters

I keep dreaming I'm on an expedition with the British Antarctic Survey and every time I wake I have the overwhelming urge to paint what I've seen. Kind of like a freezing cold Close Encounters.

Flying High

I was the test pilot for a revolutionary new plane. Magic.

Tower dreams

I'd climbed some steps and into a doorway at the base of a concrete needle. No, not concrete, stone. I started to climb the stairs of this tower. Up and up and up, I climbed the dark steps until, not at the top, probably no more than half way I felt an enormous sense of wellbeing. I felt that the whole country was mine, the language, the land, and that it would be there and mine forever. Not the country I was in, but a homeland. I belonged, and it was wonderful. I was there.

Uuhh

Very strange this one. Slightly out of focus, grainy and occasionally dropping in and out. I was uh, well, umm, and then a huge raven swooped down and snatched the baby away. So I, uh, ah, UN Secretary General Boutros Boutros-Ghali. Oh, ah, something mumble something hollowed out volcano. And she said, um, well, ah. That's when the chandelier exploded.

I was very,very drunk at the time.

A Video

An anonymous contributor offers us this re-enactment of his recurring nightmare: