Do you ever dream ?

I  have the same nightmare, I’m always being chased and then falling. Whenever I get to a safe place, it then carries on.

That’s so freaky. The invaders just outside while you blast, I dunno, Russ Abbott’s Atmosphere from just behind the cunningly closed curtains. No idea why I chose that track! Probably cos the joy division one would be less of a party vibe. 

One rather nice dream (I’ll do nightmares later) that I had a couple of months back: I was volunteering as someone who spent time (maybe I’ll do that in real life sometime) with an elderly person for company and assistance one or twice a week. I was in this old man’s living room, and we took a break in chatting so he could watch some programme on telly while he ate his dinner. I was thumbing through a copy of Doctor Who Magazine with the actor William Russell (one of the original three Who companions froM 1963) on the cover - no such issue exists, this was just in the dream, but he’d just turned up in Jodie Whittaker’s last ep after 57 years away, which left me a wreck as you can imagine. Anyway, the old guy looks across the room, notices it, and goes… ‘I remember the day they took that’ and I suddenly realised that that’s who he was. William Russell. Somehow I hadn’t recognised him. I’m in shock and amazement but he just gives me a sort of ‘calm down, it’s fine’ look and we carry on as normal. But then, a little while later he gets up, leaves the house, wishes me well, gets into a nice car and leaning out the window says ‘I hope we can be friends, oh and I’ve been writing this sort of newsletter thing I think you might like, I’ll drop one round in the morning. Take care till then.’ Then he gives me a cheerful wave and drives off. I realise he was the one visiting me, mine was the house, he was the volunteer. Even though he’s 98. The dream had sort of shifted round and ended there. It was nice to ‘meet’ him and find that he was so kind and thoughtful. And that we’d just connected as people, not legend and fan. 

 Bizarrely, I forget 99% of my dreams within minutes. So here's something only loosely connected instead:

A True Story for Cat-Lovers ~

A neighbour of mine apparently had a mania about cats; specifically, other people's cats roaming his garden. I can't remember how I heard about this obsession, as I've never even spoken to him (perhaps because, tragically for me, I don't have any pets). Anyway, on the rare occasions when I braved the outside world from the safety of my bedroom window, he could be seen patrolling his tiny and loveless garden while wearing a white vest, as if he'd embraced his role as an enemy of cats by wearing a uniform of clichéd misogyny (I'm mad, it's true, but I always feel that men who hate cats somehow view them as being female).

Anyway part 2: I dreamt that this man built a high fence in order to fend off the Invasion of the Cats. /dream ends

*In real life* some weeks later the stooopid twit actually began to construct a stooopid wall around his stooopid garden (observant readers might detect that I'm subtly biased towards cats). This went on for *ages*, accompanied by the dull roaring of a cement mixer and assorted swear-words and yelps. Eventually, his pleasuredome was erect.

Within the day, six(!) cats sat and laid atop his gigantic, precious wall, slowly swishing their tails as if to mock him. Biding their time until they escaped into Colditz yet again. This was the most amusing thing I've ever seen. In time, this monument to a moron began to crumble. Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away...

TL;DR version: Cats 1 Twit 0.

I don't remember my dreams very often. When I do, they're usually weird stream-of-consciousness stuff without the narrative threads other people seem to have.

I can go for ages without dreaming, or at least being unable to remember the details of any dreams I might have had by the time I have awoken. However, when I am capable of remembering the details, they can cause me to think, "What the heck was that all about?" due to seeming so utterly bizarre and nonsensical. 

Yesterday, I had awoken from what I considered to be a bonkers dream. It was WWII, but set in the present day, and Britain was being invaded. At one point in the dream, I was in a rather grand and luxurious house, where a party was taking place in one of the rooms during the daytime. The curtains had been closed so that we wouldn't be seen by the invaders who were gathering outside. However, nobody had stopped to consider that blasting out music probably wasn't the wisest of ideas. 

I'm inclined to agree with Simon and say your dream does sound somewhat ghostly. 

I’d love to have more ‘ok I know I’m in a dream let’s lean into it’ moments but they are rare. 

I have had a few lucid dreams, where you can control what happens. I quite often wake myself up from dreams that have become irritating or tedious. I once dreamt I was a creature with many appendages, a bit like an octopus, when I woke up from it, the sensation of having and controlling many appendages stayed with me for a few minutes, which was very strange.

I’ve been having some vivid dreams and nightmares of late. I might detail them later then you’ll be sorry you brought it up. Your barber dream sounds freaky. Good old dream ‘logic’ 

That read like an effective ghost story.