Be Excellent To Each Other

Kids can be funny when they're not fully awake.

When our daughter was about 5, one evening, a couple of hours after she'd gone to bed, she suddenly came downstairs and walked into the kitchen. Lyn followed her in and found her trying to sit on the flip top bin, clearly only half awake. When asked what she was doing, she said she 'needed a wee.' Lyn took her to the bathroom and then back to bed. The following morning she couldn't remember anything about it.

Oh god, Darwin went on a walk in his sleep once and diligently peed up against the wall. Luckily I’d bought a new carpet cleaner just the day before.

Was she ok with it?

#sexistpig

In my dream last night, I was the producer/creator and voice actor of a new animated Incredible Hulk Cartoon. I was the voice of the Hulk itself, not Bruce Banner, just the hulk.

In the first half of the dream, the main tension was that as a voice actor, I didn't feel the Hulk was getting enough lines, it was too much Banner and not enough Hulk, but the producer was leaning more into that side of the character, delving into the life before the Gamma Ray incident in flash backs. So much so that there was almost two personalities involved and a hulk/producer split was starting to mirror the character in the cartoon.

I woke up before that could fully develop, but it was still the middle of the night, and when I got back to sleep, I was back in the same dream, I was in the producer's mindset, and coming up with ideas for the main baddie.

The central premise was going to be that he was an evil scientist that wanted to emulate the hulk, but without the Rage/Anger element, a controllable hulk, he managed to successfully do this, but had erred too much on preventing the rage, that actually he became almost the opposite of the hulk.

Sill big and powerful, but excessively nice and jolly, and wanting to be friendly and to please you.

Just like the hulk, he would turn at unexpected moments, and it would thwart the plans he was in the middle of executing.

Alas, I woke up again before anything specific was written.

Typically, most of the dreams I remember these days are work related in some way. This morning was no different.

I’d woken up early because I was at a residential training centre that I hadn’t been to before and I was scheduled to run a 1 day course on a Friday, but I had it in my mind that it wasn’t a very important course, though I couldn’t remember the actual subject. I assumed that I’d be using someone else’s materials and that I’d just be winging it. I'd only recently joined the company, but I couldn't remember its name or what kind of business it was.

I was in a side corridor and all my course materials, in bags, was on the floor. I was trying to decide what to do first, and thinking that I needed to get all my stuff to the training room, but realised that I didn’t know the layout of the place, so I didn’t know what room I’d be using, or where reception was so that I could ask about the room and get the key, if I needed it.

At this point, people seemed to be arriving in the corridor, but I didn’t know if they were my trainees, delegates for other courses or training centre staff. It looked like some of them had just got out of bed and I could see through a door into a residential room that there was someone only half dressed.

I went through a door into the nearest room, that I thought was a utility room, but there was a double bed in it, with one person in it, still fast asleep, even though it didn’t look like a resident’s bedroom.

I came back out of the room and was looking at the stuff on the floor and thinking I needed to start moving it, but there was so much of it that I knew I wouldn’t be able to move it all in one go. So I was standing in the corridor, still concerned that I didn’t know the subject of the course, where the room was or who the trainees were and whether all this stuff on the floor was actually all mine.

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Another work related dream last night.

I was on a residential training course. I was in a corridor, with a lot of other people wandering around, and I was looking for my bedroom, but the rooms weren’t in numerical order. I looked in some rooms, all of which should have been bedrooms, but some of them were set up as training rooms or offices. Everyone seemed confused about what room they should be in.

Then someone said that a few of us had had rooms reserved for us in another building, that had previously been a hotel, within walking distance of the training centre.

So I set off to look for this place and found it, but it looked derelict. I thought that maybe it would be OK inside, so I tried to get to the front door. There should have been steps up to it, but they had collapsed, so I had to climb up this stone build facade to the front door and then did manage to get inside.

But again, the room numbers didn’t seem to be in numerical order and I was wandering around again, and the building also looked dilapidated inside. Then I thought I’d found my room but I couldn’t get the door open.

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Notes: As a matter of fact, when I was in the civil service, we had a residential training centre in Sheffield, but when I first went there in around 1980 it had only recently been opened and the residential block wasn’t finished, so we had to stay in hotels within a couple of miles of the of the training centre, and all the buildings were stone built.

Had a dream about Cottage, of all things.

Except first we all met at a different cottage, before heading out to the actual Cottage, which was now in the woods.

Is there a second, super-secret pre-Cottage? Is there a post-Cottage cottage?

I woke up before the mystery was resolved.

I had a dream last night where I was telling everyone that I could definitely recall the names of all three human companions to Scooby Doo.

Rod


Grit


And Freddie

Well, that's wrong, it's Rod, JANE and Freddie.

Jane’s friends call her Grit.

I had a dream that I was on a ship, and laying in a very small bunk bed next to Grim (as in, we were sharing a bunk) and I was a bit upset because I’d never been invited to a Halloween party. He said he was holding a Halloween party in a big rugby field near his house and would I like to go to that, and that it was strictly in costume and there would be a bonfire and fireworks, and then I was incredibly happy again.

Mrs. W had a dream that we were at a fun fair and she was carrying our dog, Ollie,

who was only a puppy.

Ollie said he'd like to go on the Waltzers, so Mrs W went on them with him and which he enjoyed. When they got off, she saw me standing with my back to her. I was wearing a pakamac, like this,

but right down to my ankles.

In front of me was a small circular table, with tiny cups and saucers all around the perimeter and Mrs. W said, "I didn't know you still liked to play that game.

I had a dream that I was ballroom dancing with JBR, and we were amazing. Then he said he’d come around the next day, and when he turned up he was carrying an 8ft Christmas tree that ass my housemates (I think from my university house) were cooing over.

Then we drove to a beach (Brighton, I think) and sat on a bench on the seafront and drank coffee in big coats.

All very me. Just let me know when you need the tree.

(It's definitely not. Nearest I came to ballroom dancing in reality was on a stag do, in Windsor. One of the group could dance, and he ended up with a queue (A QUEUE!) of women waiting to dance with him, while the rest of us watched on, drinking, pretending we were completely unbothered. If smart phones had been available, we'd all have been looking up instructions and following videos.)

I had a dream about a load of forum members being in a pub. I can't remember too much if the dream but I think Someone threw something at which really hurt, and then Bobby got really mad at me for exaggerating my pain for affect. He was really annoyed as I was sprawled out on a bench with blood oozing from my forehead. Then I woke up.

I’d woken up early because I was at a residential training centre that I hadn’t been to before and I was scheduled to run a 1 day course on a Friday, but I had it in my mind that it wasn’t a very important course, though I couldn’t remember the actual subject. I assumed that I’d be using someone else’s materials and that I’d just be winging it. I'd only recently joined the company, but I couldn't remember its name or what kind of business it was.

I was in a side corridor and all my course materials, in bags, was on the floor. I was trying to decide what to do first, and thinking that I needed to get all my stuff to the training room, but realised that I didn’t know the layout of the place, so I didn’t know what room I’d be using, or where reception was so that I could ask about the room and get the key, if I needed it.

At this point, people seemed to be arriving in the corridor, but I didn’t know if they were my trainees, delegates for other courses or training centre staff. It looked like some of them had just got out of bed and I could see through a door into a residential room that there was a young female only half dressed, that is her top half was naked.

I went through a door into the nearest room, that I thought was a utility room, but there was a double bed in it, with one person in it, still fast asleep, even though it didn’t look like a resident’s bedroom.

I came back out of the room and was looking at the stuff on the floor and thinking I needed to start moving it, but there was so much of it that I knew I wouldn’t be able to move it all in one go. So I was standing in the corridor, still concerned that I didn’t know the subject of the course, where the room was or who the trainees were and whether all this stuff on the floor was actually all mine.

And then I woke up.

No, but this reminds me that we discussed a potential 'foreign cottage' at actual cottage, so need to investigate this

In the hallway there's long been a picture of the Scottish Cottage.

I bought a new Printer / Scanner, and it arrived all in pieces and was a real pain to put together. However, after I had assembled it, I realised it had a fold-out section that was an electric grill.

Nice!

The HP/HP sauce crossover that we didn't know we needed.

Nice work! I've long had suspicions about the needlessly mysterious formula Hewlett Packard use in their products. Glad I'm not alone.

I had this Dream the other night, but haven't gotten round to posting it until now:

I was with a group of friends (Dream friends, not actual friends) one of whom was Kamla Harris, we were planning on going to the US, but initially we were just hanging out in a tree house having fun, then it cuts to us being on the plane, and I realise I don't have my passport on me (I have this dream loads, I am on a flight to America and I don't have a passport, with no explanation on how I got on the plane without one). I am panicking inside, but trying to remain calm as I don't want to alert the flight crew.

Kamla comes over and tells me that she can sort out it as she still has connections in the government (I haven't told her that I don't have my passport) and I worry that she might be in on it, and/or the Trump administration might make things worse!

I then decide to walk through a door (like a door from a corridor into a large open plan office) and on the other side there is a meeting going on, I recognise one person "Phil Jones", he lived next door to me from when I was 1 until I was 8, he's about 10 years older than me, and he was one of the Scout leaders at the Scout troop I went to, our dads were quite good friends and I've seen him once since about the mid 90s (the memorial service for my parents in 2008).

We hug and catch up, before an announcement comes over the tannoy asking passengers to return to their seats.

We are coming in to land, and another message is broadcast, about diverting to a different airport due to the fires, which are so bad, that we have to fly super low over a burnt out husk of a building.

From my sear I can now see out the front of the plane (like being in the back seat of a car, looking out the front window) and we are indeed super low, the nose of the plane surely about 5 meters above the collapsed roof of a church that is still on fire.

We eventually touch down and then I wake up, (I have never got to passport control in these dreams)

It’s a good job you cleared this up so that we didn’t all think you were the VP’s bestie.

hah!

I was trying to say that she (and Phil) were the only real people in the dream, everyone else was created by my subconscious imagination

I was in an office, preparing for a meeting, which I think I had organised. I had a clipboard with some scribbled notes on it, presumably information I needed for the meeting. I put it on a desk while I was occupied with other things.

Then someone told me that the meeting was now to be held in Buckingham Palace, and we all needed to relocate there.

At this point I realised that someone was sitting at the desk where I'd left my clipboard and had taken possession of it, so as I was making my way to the door I asked if I could take the page with my scribbled notes, as they'd be essential for the meeting, but I didn't feel comfortable asking for the clipboard itself.