Morning All,

Everyone has been banging on about this ’Beast from the East’ and I was surprised to see that I did have snow this morning. Usually I love to see snow and go and have fun in it, but I need the snow gone by Friday as I have an important errand and I do not want to be in the snow! I did manage an alright sleep last night and I do have a few dreams to tell you about. The most interesting dream was the last one.

Monday 26th February 2018

I dreamed I went to pick up my new car. I was at the showroom and my car was all ready and waiting for me. I did notice the number plate wasn’t right. The number plate was in silver when it was meant to be in gold.

Then I dreamed I was riding motocross with my husband on a big dirt track in a massive field. His bike was really big and my one was a small electric one. It was small enough for a child! I was riding with him going round the track and I stuck my leg out as I was turning corners. My husbands bike stopped. I saw the fuel tank come away from the bike and it emptied itself onto the ground.

Finally I dreamed I was in a large shopping mall. Something was going on and it felt like it was something to do with a terrorist attack and Apple. Everyone stopped what they were doing and was just standing around waiting for us to be told what the next move was. I was very scared. I was with my best friend and a friend from high school. We found out there was a bomb somewhere in the mall. We formed a triangle as we hugged each other. We were at the top of an escalator and I saw a fake red lipstick a few feet from where the people were walking off. I kept shouting at them not to tread on it. I knew this was the bomb! My friends and I ran as fast as we could to get out of the building. 'It seemed like this dream had two endings’. The first one we were trying to run outside the mall but the bomb went off and the blast forced us off our feet and pushed us forward. The second ending we were in a lift and the bomb went off. I could feel the lift fall towards the ground. At some point we had to jump before the lift hit the ground, but we didn’t know when to.

The last dream was very scary. I don’t know why I dreamed of a bomb in a mall or why my dream had two endings. Both times I didn’t know what actually happened at the end, whether we survived or not. As for the first two dreams… I keep dreaming about cars and bikes. Why do I keep dreaming of transport? I’d love to have a gold or silver number plate on a car, much more fancy than the usual acrylic ones. No idea why the fuel tank came off the bike and emptied itself. It seemed to float on its own accord! Does it mean I need to stop in my tracks?

If you enjoyed this dream, why not read my diary.