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!