Time for a dream roundup!



'Nobody's coming out with new biscuits nowadays,' my dad said in my dream, authoritatively. He might not be wrong.


Dreamt that I was arrested for eating too many sweets. This 'arrest' involved a man burying me up to my neck in sand, informing me it was illegal for me to dig myself out, and then leaving.

Fortunately, it was fine for other people to free me from the sand, and I happened to be on holiday with Mako, Bolin and Asami of Avatar: The Legend of Korra. They came across me in my plight, and Bolin helped me out with his earthbending.


Dreamt that I was an extra on Game of Thrones. I'd been assigned to a snow-covered area, watching the drama unfold there, where there were storylines involving characters like Jon Snow and Hodor; for some reason Hodor is the only character I clearly remember being featured.

We wore our own clothes?? At one point I glanced down at myself to make sure I hadn't unthinkingly put on my Final Fantasy VIII Griever necklace. I hadn't, but I'm still pretty sure none of my clothes were entirely setting-appropriate.

We could wander around as we pleased while scenes were playing out, and at one point I walked along the path to the town set. I saw Sansa there, possibly giving some kind of impassioned speech to another character, and realised there must have been King's Landing scenes playing out simultaneously here while I'd been in the North.

I wandered into the crowd watching Sansa's speech and overheard two other extras near me: a man and a woman. The man made a comment about how many movies he'd seen.

'What's a movie?' I asked, staying in-character as a resident of Westeros.

He laughed and described a movie as 'like listening to a reader', then launched into a musical number that I'm going to assume was called 'In This Squats of an English Town', going by the chorus. (The last line of the chorus was 'In this squats, in this squats, in this squats, in this squats, in this squats of an English town,' each 'in this squats' sung by a different person in the crowd; I did the third.) I feel spontaneous musical numbers among the extras are probably discouraged during filming for Game of Thrones episodes, particularly when they include the word 'English'.

I've never actually watched Game of Thrones, incidentally, although I've read partway through the books!


Having probably played too much of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, I fell asleep and dreamt of a demonic entity, possibly Lord Unknown, vast and many-eyed and terrifying. It was proud of me for recycling.


Dreamt that Link of The Legend of Zelda had to prove himself by pulling the Master Sword from a stone wall panel engraved with the Triforce. Over the course of the dream, which was largely about other things, we'd occasionally cut back to Link or others struggling with the sword. In the end, Mario was the one who managed to pull it out instead.


Dreamt I was trying to infiltrate a building; the goal had originally been to fight some Bad Guys, but the Bad Guys caught me in the act and I was now being threatened into following their instructions. (Politely rather than thuggishly threatened; I think one of them may have been Haytham of Assassin's Creed III.)

In my infiltration, I came across a couple of paintball players and rendered them unconscious with a stealth attack. A couple more players saw me attack the first ones, though, so I had to launch at them and desperately fight them unconscious. And then a whole bunch of other paintball players came at me; they were all young men, dressed in black.

As I took the players out one by one, sometimes by forcing their hands back to shoot themselves with their own paintball gun, I realised these paintball players thought we were in a friendly game; they didn't realise I had nefarious building infiltration goals.

'Is my technique okay?' I asked the players, still battling against them as I spoke. The floor around me was littered with unconscious, paint-spattered young men. 'Or am I too mean?'

'Mean,' chorused the players who were still standing. They were smiling as they said it, in a friendly 'oh, good thing you asked, we didn't want to say anything about it' way.


I remember that Bruce Willis was beaten up in my dream last night, and that his pain was hot, but other details escape me.


Dreamt that I was chosen as a backup singer for Linkin Park. I don't think I have the stage presence or singing ability to pull this off.



I haven't really been remembering my dreams lately; I didn't note any dreams down at all for a period of over a month from early May. I wonder what makes my recollection fluctuate. Maybe I remember my dreams less if I'm sleeping at a comfortable temperature?