I had an odd dream last night and it was quite a dark one. I was a little girl in it, and there must have been something special about me because I was being protected by these adults. I am not sure but we seemed to be refugees in a camp of sorts that was hidden away from the big bad whatever it was, and I am wandering around the encampment which is dark (so was probably night) with green and yellow lights. Anyway, there is this wise old man who in my dream my little girl self idolises. He disappears on a frequent basis and I want to know where he goes, so I follow him and he goes into this secret alcove that is full of soothing greens – it’s got trees and vegetation, and it appears to be a hidden stash of important and ancient documents. He shows me around, and gets me to swear never to reveal the place, only right about that time a claxon goes off – the secret refuge is being attacked by the big bad. I am told to stay here – that I will be safe. He races off, which is fine for a while, except I can hear distant explosions. Of course, being a child, I get bored and go looking for my mentor/protector. I leave the refuge and go wandering the corridors – and am found by the big bad – who appears to be a mix between the Balrog in LOTR and a knight in shining armour. I naturally run back to the hidden refuge and a game of hide and seek ensues between him and me – there are like nine columns that he chases me around and I manage to avoid him for a while, but he soon gains on me – me having short legs etc…but I am rescued by a nun/priestess who comes to me, sees my danger and throws herself in the way. She gets tossed aside and is badly injured. I run to her just as the mentor/guardian guy appears – and the big bad turns to fight him – he taunts the mentor guardian guy by burning paperwork, but he ignores the burning and dives for the big bad, who tosses the paper aside and runs. I dive for the paperwork, since I know it’s important if the big bad was burning it, and put it out, I also put out a plastic bag with smouldering/burning paper in it – and I use my bare hands – it didn’t hurt though, even when the flames were flickering through the gaps in my fingers. Anyway, that gets put out, and then I woke up, so I don’t know how the fight went. I did get the feeling it was something similar to the Dune books which had Silona in.

I had a dream about mum and my bunnies last night, don’t remember much about that though.

I had another dream in which I’ve gone to Lands End. There is a vertical cliff and something is of interest as there are many looking over the cliff – we climbed the hill to get there and it’s a sheer drop we are standing on the very edge of. I look down – it’s a long way to the sand and surf. I climbed the hill from the low lying land to get there. I remember the climb being difficult. The wind was blowing strongly from land to sea so I stepped away from the cliff for fear of falling. I watched the others looking out to sea and down, then I went back down the hill.

I’ve been listening to the audio book Game of Thrones, and watching the TV series through. It’s only natural that I ended up dreaming of being in a battle – though it was all metal armour and blue colours that I remember.

It was an odd sort of dream last night. I dreamt of thunder clouds and stars showing through a gap, then there was a twister smashing into a tower that I was in. I woke from that with a pounding heart.

The next dream was more of a fragment, like an image of a memory rather than an actual dream. It was an image of nanny in a nursing home. She’s pleased to see me, happy and social.

Last night I dreamt something but all I can remember is a fuzzy still image of a pair of wringing hands on a bright green background.

The dream I had last night had rats or rodent pets. Mum and dad were there with a little one. We were trying to escape. There is a lot of talking to them, but I have no idea what I said.

The dream shifted then, and I moved into a school. It had dark and blue colours. The headmaster is breaking the rules for a student. He is protecting a place where a pair in love can have some privacy – the parents are at the school too – they think its hilarious. Then I go into the school yard. Again its dark and blue colours predominate. It is also a bit like an evil Las Vegas. There’s a teacher in blue and black who is really tall with a small bald pale blue head.

Then the dream shifts again and it becomes a harry potter dream as harry and Malfoy battle it out in the playground – Harry has made a ’7th level spell’ – a barrel of whiskey. Sirius, Peter, Remus AND his father are trying to keep him safe/out of trouble. He crashes into the bald tall teacher and some students and drops some sort of spell ball – - I think a stink bomb. Then I woke up.

Last night I was dreaming and I don’t remember the details. I have done it several times in the past fortnight. All I remember are the image of horses in a green field with a group of people. There was rain and a beach too.