Better out than in

I have a spot on my neck which I can't really see because of the angle. But somehow I just about bring it to vision. I start squeezing it and slowly this black watery pus like very dark blood comes out. I'm worried about squeezing too much in case I start bleeding properly.

I now look again and I'm squeezing a nipple. But it doesn't look like mine. This one is definitely female

I know where you live

I'm looking at a map of the world and I zoom in on Scotland. It's on the DV website and it shows the location of all members using their post codes.

I see Durham on the map, which is in northern England and wonder why it's there. But then I see it's because the word takes so much map space to print it actually refers to a dot in the right place. (Very anal dream, this).

I see about 30 dots in Scotland concentrated unsurprisingly in the "central belt" where most Scots live. My name is somewhere in the middle of all the others. But I'm not called "Burned up". The name begins with Q and is probably something like "Quant..." which is my job title (my scribble looks like "Qinl". Name recall not so good this time Moonbeam!).

Passage to New Zealand

Going to New Zealand with the family. Perhaps a holiday or to see my aunt. We're deciding to go by ship but I'm worried about the cost and perhaps we should fly back home afterwards. But going by ship has its advantages. I have never seen the Pacific Ocean and I'm looking forward to crossing it (we're going via Panama rather than Suez). Also looking forward to crossing the equator, another first for me.

Mini-dreams

I woke early and attempted to WILD. I can usually get to a state I think of as "visualisation" but this is a semi-conscious state and certainly not REM sleep. The same was true today but each time I kept falling asleep and therefore have lots of fragment-like short dreams and no LD!!! Here's a few which I could be bothered to write down.

- I'm visiting the village I was born in on business. I'm walking along the road where most of the shops were. It's all changed e.g. there's an Indian restaurant (like most of the UK now has!). The road leads into a small public building which is also a cafe, like a church hall. It's a bit gloomy and I don't recognise anyone and I see a door at the back and decide to go out. It has one of those push-type handles like fire exits and I can't get out without making a spectacle of myself. Anyway I'm now in the daylight and wake up.

- With family in John Lewis (UK department store) and in the cafe there. We're talking about a birthday present for my son. My wife mouths to me that we've already got something. "What?" I mouth back. She holds the two sides of the ski jacket she's wearing and mimes pulling it on further, indicating that he's getting a ski jacket himself. Now I notice my wife is wearing two ski jackets, one of which (on top) belongs to a daughter. I'm annoyed because she keeps pillaging the girls' things and sometimes breaks or loses them and my daughter is very attached to this jacket. I ask why she's wearing two and she says she's cold, which I find odd as we're in a department store cafe.

- In John Lewis again! This time with ... ahem .... another woman. I think this is my dream woman. She has a bright face and short fair hair, which is how I usually encounter her. We're testing out this double bed and I'm not sure if we're buying it for ourselves or if it's a professional situation but either way we're enjoying the experience. I feel happy next to her.

(Remark - my wife and I bought our bed in John Lewis many years ago).

Not sure what to interpret from this lot and I'm short of time anyway. The main theme seems to be familiarity. I was actually quite happy in all these dreams even the first. It could be because I had the chance to talk to a friend last night about how I was feeling and more to the point she listened.

The first dream seemed the oddest. And it's similar to one I've had before when I was squeezing some poison from my body through my nipple and it turned out to be a flower which I was destroying. I'm aware that I have this urge to get things out of my body. Conversely I hate things being put in to my body (I'd wouldn't make a successful female !!!). I don't like injections at all not because of the needle but because of what's coming out of it. On the other hand I love having my blood taken. Whatever unconscious process is behind all of that seems to be at work in my dream. But why does it have to be from the breast? Do I think that I've been poisoned when I was nurtured? One day this will make more sense.