Rollercoaster

Sarah and I were waiting in line to ride a rollercoaster. Instead of sitting next to eachother, we decided to sit one behind eachother. Sarah was in the front seat, riding next to David Schwimmer and I right behind her.
Shortly after the ride commenced, David stabbed sarah in the wrist with a knife, leaving her to scream and bleed out throughout the ride. No matter how much I screamed and cried for them to stop the ride, I guess my cries were muffled and misconstrued as an adrenelin scared passenger. I remember ducking and dodging Sarah's blood, as it poured and splashed against other passengers throughout the twists and turns of the ride.
I cried and cried at her funeral - she was my best friend and without her, I had nothing. Her remembrance book was thanking all friends and family that attended, on behalf of the Amberger's and the Bombells. This is one of the worst dreams I have ever had and woke up sobbing.

Flight Facilities

There has been a lot of press about the three Qantas planes experiencing engine difficulty and it was obviously playing on my mind as I went to sleep last night.

I dreamt my team and I were on a plane on our way to the Olympics. I experienced the whole boarding, customs, immigration procedures also. It was a small plane, only 4 seats across the aisle, so Sarah and I were sitting in a two and Anna and Marina were the other two seats in our aisle. Just after take-off, our engine exploded and I felt every jolt and spiral as our plane crashed to the ground. My stomach dropped, just as it does on a full throttle theme park ride and it was so scarily real. Sarah and I were holding hands and crying together, as I told her that I loved her...

Fisticuffs

We were at the house of our family friends. The youngest son Matthew and I were sharing a bedroom and the oldest son, Nick and my youngest cousin, Georgia, were sharing another bedroom. We were informed by their mother that Matthew had been beaten up on his way home from school the previous day.
As he was sleeping, he was constantly raising his fists above his head, as a defensive mechanism, and was reaching for a cup of water that wasn't there. I heard his mother say "From the moment I saw him put his fists up, I knew he was a Gay Boy!"
I went to get him a glass of water and had to walk through Georgia and Nick's room to get to the kitchen. I walked by Georgia's bed and she explained to me that Matt had told a boy at his school that he had feelings for him and the boy retaliated and bashed him.

Steve the Fish

Elevators seem to be a reoccurring theme in many of my dreams. I was in a hotel with some friends from uni and needed to catch the lift to the 22nd floor, to return 'Steve the Fish' to his tank. Steve was just floating around me, as if immersed in water, although he was struggling to swim into the lift. I was yelling "Steve! Get in the lift, quick!" as paramedics hurriedly wheeled two people in stretchers into the lift. Passengers were laughing at Steve's unconventional name and he was pushed out of the elevator. We proceeded a very shaky and tumultuous ride down to the 22nd floor. When I got out the lift, I found steve hovering around another fish tank. The lift sounded, so I quickly jumped back in (for some unknown reason) just to have another life threatening ride, again to the 22nd floor. Confused when the doors opened, I did not see Steve's tank, but a business centre, where the manager quickly ushered me to the computer suite explaining from the moment he opened the door, I'd have ten minutes to check my hotmail. This dream seemed to go on forever, I was constantly catching lifts trying to find Steve although I don't think I ever saw him again.

Gain

The next night I gained a family member! I dreamt that my brother Josh was planning on proposing to his girlfriend, J, but wanted me to do the spiel. He had set the ring box up upon his record player and called J into the room where I was waiting. I proceeded to tell her how much she meant to the family and how she was always there in time of crisis etc and all the while, she was playing with objects around her, seemingly not listening to the heartfelt speech I was pouring out! She shoved a box of cigars in my face, the way a 2 year old does with a new toy they want to make sure you know they discovered. I yelled at her to listen and quickly opened the ring box with the words "Will you marry.... this guy" and in walked Josh. No emotion on either one of their faces, they gave each other a quick peck on the lips and that was that...

Loss

I have a friend who is dying of cancer. A few nights back, I dreamt I was at the hospital with her, however the hospital was an aircraft, and her room was a tiny aeroplane bathroom. She was stashing left over knives and forks in her room and was worried about getting caught. She knew she was dying, but it was the norm for all cancer patients to have a 'time' in which they died, instead of waiting it out. The PA system chimed that it was her time, and myself and Byron(?) took her to her final waiting room. The waiting room was set out like a wedding chapel. Guests who came to farewell her sat on one side, while guests for the other cancer patient sat on the opposite side. The twist in this tale, is my uncle Tony was the cancer patient on the other side. I have never seen him so deterioated. I never even knew he was sick, but there he was, crippled in the pew, waiting to be called to his coffin at the front of the chapel. I cried and cried many tears as my two friends walked down the aisle to die in their coffins, while the guests on each side weeped and wailed for them to come back...

Secrets

I was browsing through the Woolworths at Albany Creek looking for homewares for my new unit. I picked up a coffee table book that I like and was trying to match all of my bowles and plates etc around this stupid book - it was witchcraft by the way - with a gnarled tree on the front and blue and pink feathers falling from the branches, all with a silver fleck through the picture. Bloody hard to find plates like that!

All of a sudden I was holding this little puppy - couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, and I was carrying him round talking to him, calling him "little fella", that was his name. Some other family fell in love with him and stole him from me and said they were going to train him to win the Melbourne Cup (I know he's a dog, not a horse... made sense in my dream).

Then I met up with my new boyfriend. We were walking around arm in arm looking for glasses for the unit, and I saw Dad looking at fruit. I panicked and ran out the door to my car and told my bf that I'd meet him accross the road, where Dad won't see us.

Strange, he had the same car as John (but this wasn't John...). We met in the land clearing accross the road and started looking through this old shack that was on the property and found all of these Thai rituals - really scary things like ball clamps! :S

There was an old house at the back of the property and it belonged to a girl I went to school with, but who no one liked. She was dirt poor and always smelt like Petrol. She told us it was because she was an apprentice mechanic.

An older lady walking her dog with her husband (They happened to be Blyth Danner and Christopher Walkin) were disgusted because they saw me and my boyfriend making out and proceeded to discribe in detail how they saw us kiss.

The little boy I was all of a sudden babysitting, decided he wanted to go home. Turns out he lived in that old shack, and Blythe knew it wasn't good for him to go home. The girl from my school appeared wearing a hessian sack fashioned like a banana and turned on the hose. The hose started pouring gasoline and she asked me to soak her with it. She was so proud all of a sudden, it was her chance to be a hero and show us why she really smelt like petrol. Apparantly their dad was an abusive drunk, and the only way to wake him up to let them in the house, was to douse herself with petrol and be hoisted through his bedroom window and be thrown out again by the drunk. This could cause her to explode into flames, the kids could call the police, and drunk daddy would be forced to let the kids inside. Pretty effed up way of getting your parent's attention huh... Long story short, we doused her in petrol, but I wasn't strong enough on my own to through her through the window, so all of the people watching were helping to throw her (cheerleader style mind you) through this window.

Woke up...

Chuck Bass

Ahhh.... the always amusing Chuck Bass dream....

Rather un-sexy this time around, I found myself in a limosine with Chuck and Serina, asking Chuck why he was wearing Mascara... He replied by asking who this new guy in town was that looked exactly like him, but with better eyelashes?! haha

I was then standing in his bathroom, looking in amusement, as Chuck had imported all of these props from a japanese game show, including one very large inflatable pool filled with bouncing blue and white balls, because this new 'imposter' was Japananese and Chuck wanted to better him at his own game....

All in one night

I've recently downloaded an ap on my iPhone which monitors your sleeping patterns each night. It tracks your movement which it's highly sensitive motion detector and can determine from this the stage of sleep you are in eg. awake, dreaming, deep sleep. Last night must've been a challenge for it, as I had quite a few dreams, which I'm bursting to write before I forget, because they're quite enjoyable!

The first dream, I was in an elevator with an old Chemistry lecturer of mine, Dr. Bottle. The elevator was going down, but it rocketed to the ground with such force, it shattered the bottom or the floor. The doors slowly opened and we were in some underground world and everyone was either a zombie or a vampire or some sort of underground creature trying to kill us. We fought off the zombie kids by kicking them in the head and threw out the mummies by spinning them around until they were dizzie. The doors closed, and I saw Steve (Bottle) was talking to a new friend he'd made. The elevator, like a cartoon, started to lift and travel in all directions with a picture map showing out destination. All of a sudden, it dawned on me that our new friends wasn't a good person, and like that, he turned into a giraffe. We settled the score by telling him we would take him to the forrest, and directed the elevator to land in the woods. Then the dream turned into Avatar...

The second dream I had was more realistic, but I woke up very upset. I was speaking to my best friend Carla in America, as that's where she's been living for the past 6 months. She was telling me that we was admitted into hospital, because her headaches were getting really bad and they were just going to do some more tests. She was getting sicker and sicker by the day and when I spoke to her next, she was telling me all these stories; She was getting a free spray tan! that day, she told me, and then the nurses are taking me shopping! I started crying and asked her "carla.... will you be coming home again?" and she started crying and said "no.... today is my last day".... I woke up pretty shaken after this dream...

The third dream I had seemed to be at an amusement park or large outdoor shopping center, but I was in a tour group with other young people, and we were learning about the correct way to be with another person, without crossing any boundaries. The nuns that were running this tour, were using large pointy sticks and wacking anyone that was too close to their partner. Cook, from Skins, showed up and started throwing bombs because he didn't like boys having relations with girls, and then the park was in dissarray. People were running everywhere. I found my mum and we decided we were very hungry, but all of a sudden, everything was back to normal and people were working in the food stalls. We went to an asian stall, and Mum ordered a plate of spinache with prawns and salad. (VERY unlike her, she hates seafood). I was waiting for my dish, and Byron walks past, saying he could give us half price rissoles.

Eventful night? I haven't even been watching movies or tv to spurn these thoughts.... strange...

Break and Enter

Last night I found myself lurking outside a house I once delivered Jewellery to. Being homeless, I proceeded to break into this house via the back door and creep towards the master bedroom. Perhaps in some sudden jolt of morals or common sense, I decided that I shouldn't be there, so I ran back out the front door and through the garden.

In haste, I was worried I woke up the residents, so I was determined to get out of that garden as quick as I could. Obstacles stopped me in my path, my number one fear was holding me captive. Spiders... It was my choice to be paralyzed by fear and be caught for my wrong doings, or use every once of courage I could muster and run through those spider webs as quickly as I could.

I was covered in webs and writhing in the fear that I could be also dotted in arachnids, but I ran and ran as fast as I could until I reached a cross roads. Not remembering which way I should choose to get back to the city, I looked back to the house, where the mother, wearing a white night gown, was standing on the porch staring at me. I ran back and forth between the two roads of possible destination, finally choosing the road to the left.

Sprinting along the road, trying to get away from the people I just intruded upon, I hear footsteps behind me. The children were chasing me, trying to find out what I wanted with their house.

This seemed to last forever, until, in Forest Gump style, the whole family were running with me. I think they accepted me into their family, and running alongside me seemed to be the way to stay together.

Ghosts

As you may or may not know, my beloved grandmother passed away almost a month ago. My entire family, minus my parents, my brother and myself, live in New Zealand, meaning the time we spend with them is very scarce. It has been almost 3 years since I last saw Nanna, and unfortunately we didn't make it back to NZ in time to say goodbye.
We are fairly lucky, in our family, that death has only fallen upon my dad's father, and now, his mother. This was the first funeral I have attended and it must have had quite an impact on me, as, a relative that I have unfortunately not spent a great deal of time with, has frequented my last two vivid dreams.

Just over a week ago, Nanna was giving me advice on which roads to take - metaphorically, I was driving, and she was giving me directions, but I still get goosebumps when I think of this dream, as I believe this may have a greater meaning.

Last night I dreamt I was in the most colourful garden I have ever seen. It reminded me of the designs Sarah and I have been looking at recently of 'The Beetles' artwork, in the magical mystery tour era. I was feeding a parrot whilst on the phone to Nanna. The last words she said to me were to "Go and make yourself an iced Gin & Tonic... I am!" and then she stopped breathing on the phone...

As concerned as I was when I awoke, it now makes me smile...

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Since I was young, the dreams that plague my mind at night, have intrigued, frightened and delighted me. I have often been told my recall of my nightly ventures is amazingly vivid, and I do admit that it even surprises myself how long and detailed they can be.

Many of my dreams are centered around my sport of Synchronized Swimming, and my never failing ambition to achieve perfection. Many dreams bring up issues that have worried me before sleep takes over. Many dreams re-introduce me to people who I haven't had contact with for years - some I long to see again and some I wish I could just forget, and many dreams are down-right ridiculous and serve as great conversation for a giggle amongst friends.

I often have dreams that seem like premonitions, introducing ideas, which later serve as guidance or even warnings or insight in what is to come. I'm making no suggestion that I have any gifts or powers, but sometimes these dreams are enough to give shivers to even the harshest critics.

For no further purpose than a log book for my personal amusement and hopefully for your entertainment, those that stumble upon this page, here begins a log of the dreams I think we will all enjoy.

Ella