Who needs a TV?

Who needs a tv when I have such an over active brain at night?! Last night I had two dreams that both consisted of me hanging out with the characters from two of my favourite tv shows, Made In Chelsea and Misfits. Now I dream a lot about all sorts of weird and wonderful things but this is a first for me. I have never, in the long time I have been having dreams, dreamt about tv characters so it was quite weird having two in the same night.

My first dream was with the Misfits, Kelly and Kurtis to be precise, which is a good choice by my subconsciousness as Kelly is my favourite character and Kurtis...well he's just really hot :). It turns out in this dream I too am a misfit and I too am working the community service look. Although I don't think orange jumpsuits are really my thing! The dream takes place at my old school in the new building which I can't actually remember what its called now it's been so long since I was there. Anyway this building is pretty straight forward and could have been designed by a small child with Lego. It's three floors up and basically each floor is a long corridor with a stairwell at each end and one in the middle. The reason I am telling you the layout of this building is because I spend the entire dream running around it with my fellow misfits trying to escape carrying our precious stolen cargo...TOMATOES!!! That's right of all the things to steal I am carrying a tupperware box full of tomatoes ooooo criminal mastermind or what!?! Anyway with our booty in our possession it was time to make our escape, we finally make it out one of the doors at the far end of the building which is the nearest escape from the school grounds. Unfortunately there is a group of school kids making there way in from a PE class which means one thing...Mrs Bennett, dum dum duuuuum! Now being the athletic girl I am I always enjoyed PE and got on well with the teachers but in this dream teachers were sort of the security guards of this odd prison we were in and needed to be avoided at all costs. Me and Kelly seem to have the same thought, turn around and find another way out, but not Kurtis. Off he goes full pace up the hill with his precious Tomatoes. He's got no chance. Kelly and I leave him to his doom and off back into the building we go. The dream skips and I'm on my own attempting my very own escape plan. Now this just makes me giggle how in my subconscious I am very similar in my thoughts and actions sometime. My amazing full proof plan that is no doubt going to get me out of this place and has no flaws in it what so ever......oh just walk out of the front gate whistling with the tomatoes hid behind my back.......Yeh, nice one dream Pittsy, like that's gona work. Anyway off I go out the front door where loads of guards are literally just watching me go. I get past the gate when one of them just yells at me to get back in, as if Im just a naughty child looking to get into trouble. Funnily enough that's just how I respond. Instead of doing the normal thing and running at full pelt away from prison and into freedom, I stomp my feet and yell back at the guard telling him I wasn't doing anything wrong and I am allowed to go outside. While yelling all this I trudge back into the prison realising that my plan may need a bit of work :D 

After that my second dream was a lot more mellow and a lot less dramatic. Thank goodness. I went from being at the bottom of the social ladder, a convict, and general ragamuffin (love that word) to being at the top of the tables and hanging out with the elitist of Rarrs! Darling! Basically this dream consisted of me hanging out on lavish cushions in a very lavish bar with Hugo, Millie, Proudlock, Ollie and Mark Francis, who in my dream seemed to be my best friend and was explaining the best way for me to pull at this Ball we were all going to. The reason we weren't at it yet is we were waiting for our VIP passes to arrive...of course! :) anyway the dream didn't last very long and ended when our passes finally arrived. But not before Mark Francis had me lying on my back with my legs apart saying this was a great way to pull lads!?!?!?!?!?! Undeniably I'm sure that would work but I decided to take a pass on this pulling technique as I didn't think it appropriate for a Ball. :D

Two very entertaining dreams which was a nice change from some of the nightmares I have been having recently. Keep an eye out for my wedding dream which I promise I will post in the near future, but think I have rambled on enough for one post! Sweet Dreams! 

Dream Overload

I know it's been a while since my last post but life got pretty busy in the run up to christmas. But today I have a day off and have already done all my jobs that needed to be done so I finally had some time to do a blog! Whoop. Unfortunately this means a few dreams have been missed out but here's a quick list of some of the themes and things I have been dreaming about recently...

• Moats
• Big Scary Buildings that are the headquarters to an evil Organisation
• Roller-coasters
• Kissing
• Being chased by big scary men
• Friends from school
• Amy Newman
• Picnics
• Escaping
• My wedding (post to follow)
• Losing my teeth (I have had this dream so many times I have lost count)

These are just a few of the things my brain decided to focus on over the past month. Who knows why or what they mean!?!

Nightmare!

Unfortunately when we lay down to rest and slip into the world of dreams there is a chance it can all go wrong. Recently that happened to me. One night I awoke having had what you would call nightmares. :( they were very short but they were enough to make me want to wake up. When you get to the feeling that this cant be real and you just want to wake up, and somehow your brain listens and you do. 

The first of these short nightmares consists of what I can only describe as a very big pterodactyl, if you have seen the movie Evolution it looks something like the one in that. Anyway the pterodactyl is tearing up the place and needs sorting out, somehow it comes to be that the only way to stop this terrifying monster is for me to dress up like something similar and fight it, bizarre I know. As you can imagine I'm not feeling too optimistic about this idea but I go ahead with it anyway and strap some form of winged instrument to my back and away I went. Luckily this is where my brain kicks in and thinks it's time to wake up. So I do, but this momentarily bliss does not last long...

because before I know it I am being chased by a huge crocodile, that can stand on its hind-legs and run like humans can, round and round my house. Not fun as you can imagine, this game of cat and mouse, or more appropriately human and crocodile, goes on for while until my brain seems to get bored and ups the intensity. Suddenly I become aware that my mum is in the living room and has no idea that her life is in danger. I try to call out to her. At first she doesn't believe me but after entering the hallway and seeing the crocodile she decides to join me in running for my life. That's when again I don't want to hang around to find out the ending to this nightmare and choose to wake up! :)

But funnily enough I would rather have these kind of nightmares every night if it meant I didn't have to have the kind of dream I had last night! Or should I say nightmare. It has got to be one of the worst ones I have ever had and I have had some pretty nasty ones. Just ask my friend Becca, I once woke up after having seen her head impaled on a stick!? But this dream didn't feature my friends it was my family that was in danger, and there is nothing worse than dreaming about those closest to you being in trouble. 

I won't go into too much detail as this was more of a novel than a short story, like the other nightmares. This dream took place on the moors where I work. My Mum, Dad and brother Andrew were all up on the moors with me. My Mum and Dad were with their cars in the car park where I work, when suddenly a huge fire broke out on nearby buildings. At one point in the dream one of these buildings collapses and sends down burning rubble down the hill and straight for me and my family. I duck behind my car as it comes crashing down either side of me, I can feel bits of the rubble burning me. I wait anxiously as the last pieces fall. At this point, I am scared to get up again to see the damage caused or worse to see that my parents didn't make it to cover in time.

 Eventually after what feels like an age I get up and with a huge sigh of relief I see that my parents had managed to get to their car as well. I take in my surroundings and see not everyone was as lucky as we were. After this, panic really sets in and my Mum begins screaming for my brothers name. All we know was that he was the other side of a huge section of heather. Dad being the hero that he is forces my Mum to get into my car so we can drive to safety and get out any more danger. We leave my dad behind with the other car to look for Andrew. This is where my brain kicks in as I can't bear the idea of leaving my Dad and Brother behind, and I wake up. I feel so sick and my eyes are prickly from the emotions this nightmare caused. 

Having such vivid dreams isn't always a good thing, the pictures are still so clear in my head and it still makes me sick thinking about what I saw. It's not often I get such scary dreams but this definitely was one of the worst. The only good thing I actually saw in this dream was that my car happened to be a gorgeous mini cooper S (instead of the Citroen Saxo I actually drive) but even that got battered with burning brick, so all in all not a good week for dreams! :( Hopefully next weeks will consist more of handsome men and fluffy kittens! 

              

                

My First Dream Post


Well it finally happened, I finally had my first crazy dream since starting my dream blog and I can safely say it did not disappoint on the crazy front. Starring in this weeks dream was the one and only Vicki Holder. Why? I have no idea! I haven't seen her in a while so that may have something to do with it. Although her role is very minimal in the dream she was the only person who I recognised throughout. So here goes... Welcome to the subconscious mind of Laura Pitts...


It all weirdly starts in a swimming pool where a huge and wide water slide is host to a number of kids and adults all shapes and sizes, but none are more obvious than a daughter and mother who are BEYOND obese! A small crowd gathers at the bottom as siblings, friends and parents watch as their loved ones slide down. But when this pair of lard lovers step up to take the plunge an eerie silence overcomes the crowd as everyone stops to watch wether the slide can survive such an enormous amount of weight!? The dream skips and suddenly the daughter is at the bottom and the mother is still at the top of the slide. The crowd have now turned on the younger of the two and begin to cat call and abuse the poor girl. The mother, still at the top of the slide, just watches this happen and begins to tear up. Obviously ashamed of her weight and having just witnessed her daughter being ridiculed she cannot bring herself to go down the slide and simply runs away back down the stairs and out of sight. This then just leaves the poor girl alone absolutely humiliated. Then low and behold a hero enters...ME! Ha just kidding but I can't seem to bear to watch the poor girl suffer so I go up to comfort her, put my arm round her and tell everyone else to 'Do One!' or something to that effect! Whatever I said it works and people begin to back off. 


Again the dream skips! But to a whole new location. Im still in my bathing suit and what just happened is still apparent in my mind but I am walking along a track road by the side of a load of tennis courts and beside me is Vicki! Suddenly I stop dead in my tracks as I remember I am supposed to be taking care of a cat and haven't fed them for a while. Me and Vicki race along the track to what looks like an old school building, the kind of building you had crappy DT lessons in! We burst through the double doors only to find the cat happy as larry as the caretaker has been looking after it this whole time. Panic over!.. Dream Over! 


This sudden sense of relief wakes me from my dream as does my annoying alarm beside me to tell me to get up for work! Told you I had weird dreams! 


The only explanations I have for this dream is I have been thinking about my weight a lot recently, due to the fact I no longer have my mum cooking delicious and healthy meals and now resort to microwave meals and beans. The cat bit I guess is from missing my gorgeous little fluff ball called Pob although it looked nothing like her. It in fact looked very much like three other cats to which I am very fond of, Big Momma Smudge, Jack and Keegan. 
Apart from that I can make no other connections to why my brain seems to malfunction during the night! :) 


So there you go! My first dream blog entry. I hope you enjoyed it! 

A Dream Of The Conscious Mind

In keeping with the theme of my dreams, today I took a step in achieving one of my own. I want to work in the media industry, both in front of the camera and behind, and as I had a dreamless sleep last night I thought I would take this opportunity to share a real dream of mine. 

I have always been a performing monkey wether it be being daft to cheer up a friend, part of a school play or more recently performing an audition piece at my brother Andrew's wedding. I have lost count of the times I have come prancing into the kitchen doing a crazy dance move or singing my heart out only to be told off by parents as they are on the phone! (sorry) But hopefully one day I will have a decent outlet for all my hyped up energy and will achieve my dream of being on camera. The top three are children's Tv presenter, Sky Sports News presenter or anything film wise, apart from the adult video industry!?! 

So today I got a little closer as I applied for a job I would love to be considered for. Yes it's behind the camera but I'm looking to get my foot in the door anyway I can, and being behind the camera is fine by me as I LOVE being in a television studio! The job is for none other than Manchester United. Yes the football club. They have a television channel and I would be working as a camera operator. This job I swear is perfect for me. Not only do I get to work in an industry I love but I can stay up North. I get to do a job I know I can do and I'll have loads of ways to progress upwards! Not only that but the subject matter is all about sport! A subject that I hold very close to me, agreed football is not my first choice in sport but it is a sport all the same. I know I shouldn't get my hopes up due to the constant stream of rejections I have got so far from the industry but this is one job I know I would love AND be good at! Plus my good friend Jessica would never forgive me for passing up a chance to get her that little bit closer to achieving her very own lifelong dream of becoming a WAG! :) Which if you knew her like us girls do she would be amazing at! 

So here's hoping...

Inspiration

Once again I find myself waking up from a very eventful night of dreaming and I finally decided to do something about it. I have always thought about making a dream diary but never got round to it. The blog idea came from reading a very close friend of mine's blog http://beccastephaniej.blogspot.com. I always find myself drawn to her posts as they make excellent and interesting reading. I have a feeling my blogs wont be as well executed as hers but there's no harm in trying.

I'm always sharing my wild and crazy dreams with my friends and sometimes have them laughing, occasionally leave them frightened but more often than not leave them worried about my mental well being and considering having me sectioned. I have two groups of girls back at home who, without them, I would not be the person I am today. They mean the world to me and despite my crazy tales of my midnight madness, still remain by my side no matter what I face. I have my group of girls known as 'my girls' who I have known since year 7 and then there's my 'old school girls' who I went to little school with and still remain just as close. It is important to know these characters as they feature in my dreams more often than not, sometimes as extras, sometimes main protagonists and unfortunately in Becca's case once as the victim of a horrific crime scene.

Unfortunately the days of sharing my dreams with my friends while sitting in sixth form waiting for that ever looming bell have gone, due to the unavoidable part of life that is growing up. (Peter Pan had the right idea.) We are now all spread across the country due to jobs, uni, and other commitments but we always make time to meet up every so often. But these meetings are filled with gossip, tales of hardships, boys and most importantly a lot of laughter and giggling, which they should be and not with my long and often less than compelling stories of my dreams! 

So due to this comes the birth of my blogspot, where my friends can check up on a dream of mine if they need a good giggle, scare or just to check I'm still slightly wrong in the head. It's also a good place to let them know how I'm doing with my actual dreams that I strive for in my everyday life. But that can wait till another post! Girl's, who know who you are, you are my inspiration!