Cars in My Loft

There was a red Corvette and a red Ferrari in my loft/attic and I couldn’t work out how to get them out or how I’d got them up there in the first place. There was an F1 type crane lift but the cars wouldn’t fit through the loft hatch. I had a rummidge around in some boxes and found a knee-length denim skirt. This really pleased me. I tried it on and it fitted perfectly, car problem forgotten!

SWAT

I was a member of SWAT. I spent a day travelling around the countryside on a bus, listening to people’s conversations. Late afternoon I met up with my boss (Frank from Footballers Wives - John Forgeham) and my colleagues for instructions on our next job. He told us that there was a chemical or formula that was at risk due to its ‘powerful application potential’. He had a call and with a worried expression, told us to move out. He mentioned a place name (something Hill) and I told him that I had come across it on my travels that day. There were a series of coincidences that my boss found perplexing. The team broke into the Regent Theatre to steal an experimental piece of rock. One of my colleagues picked it up and was able to fold it and change its shape even though it was solid. I saw a security guard through the window and alerted the others. Soon we were surrounded but we managed to escape.

Molly Dress/Floating Platform/Suicide/Sex-Structor

A friend was sorting through clothes. She was wearing a cotton summer dress, a bit too short. I had a similar one in orange and put it on to show her how short it was. I commented on how fat my legs were, so she could have the dress until I lost weight. She said thanks and told me she'd put a cardigan on the bed for me. It was pale blue with flowers and animal faces embroidered in a line across the front. We giggled about how cute it was.

Then we were in a clothes store, looking for more of those molly dresses. There were lots of outrageous outfits - a bra and skirt made entirely of red metallic beads and a black one made with large rubber segments. I picked up a catalogue and we left.

I was standing on a wooden platform in the sea, just offshore. I was trying to work out how to get a smaller version of it to float, how to tie it together to create a path to the platform from the shore. Three floated fine, but the fourth started to sink. A man was standing thigh high in the water telling me to use air. So, I bought a few kiddies inflatable rings, blew them up and placed them under the mini platforms. I chained them together in a line and it worked!

My entire family were in a car parked up on the roadside in town. We were planning our deaths, reading lists and putting it in writing. We were in a hurry because someone was trying to intervene. We were hit by another vehicle so I got out to survey the damage which wasn’t much but it was enough to cause a problem.

I had been roped into helping a couple in their forties to celebrate her birthday. She wanted to go to a sex therapy session and to learn to do something different. The woman, her husband and I entered the foye of the building and were greeted by a woman asking for our names. I was reluctant to tell her and wanted to leave. She then called over to an old man (70 plus) who came over and introduced himself as our sex-structor! I cringed and opted out as did the husband, to which the wife then said “Excellent” and bounded off on the arm of the old man, disappearing into a portacabin.

Walking on Thin Ice

I was looking out across a harbour in winter with all the little boats quiet and still. It was completely iced over. I started walking across the ice, along one of the wooden harbour walls. A jetski jumped over the wall making me jump, followed by another. I couldn’t work out why the ice didn’t break. I continued walking further out to sea, staying near the wall, but bottled out near the end for fear of falling through the ice.

A friend was getting married and I was organising her hen nights. She had 2, one after the other. I wasn’t invited to the first one, just a couple of people I didn’t know. The second one I expected to be invited to but instead she invited all the boys from work, both her colleagues and mine, and had a bachelor party instead!