Natalia's Dream

I'm probably about five or six I guess and it's in the house that we live in and I descend into the basement and I turn a corner into this dark hole of a room. I turn on the light and there in the corner I see a ratboy. I am scared obviously as you would be seeing a ratboy. He's probably about my height. He's got a rat body and clothes on and some sort of rat - boy face conglomerated. We get to talking. My fear subsides as I realise that he lives in the basement in this dark hole room- the room that is the dark hole.
That's it. Time to wake up.

Evan's Dream

It was an old farmhouse on the outskirts of the city and basically the whole family had been brought up in this house and we never bought new houses. And the house was knocked down for a motorway and the whole family in a region of three to four years had the same recurring dream of walking down the stairs in the house - the one area that everyone had dreamt of was the entrance hall. We all went through a mourning process for the house and all the kids bawling and that. That took three years for the dream to happen. There was six kids and mother and father. All six kids had the dream, even the one in America.
In my dream I didn't go out the door just down the end of the stairs. I remember my dog was there that wasn't alive. In some of the other's dreams they came up the hallway - most came to the same spot at the door.
People said it was the friendliest house. The house was like a member of the family.

Peter's Dream

I was just walking along aimlessly down a road going nowhere in particular. It was a long road, a long street, concrete. There was cars lying in the road. It seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. I looked around - there was grass as far as you could see - no buildings - nothing - and then suddenly a car blew up. I remember seeing it fly in the air and the bonnet just flapping against the car. It was really frightening. And I walked along and another car blew up, then another one. Then suddenly I found myself in the livinig room in which I was sleeping and I got the urge to get up and to measure the room. I did - that was just the rest of the dream and I went back to sleep. When I woke up next morning I decided to measure the room again and I found I was completely wrong.

Sarah's Dream

This is a recurring dream. I am in my grandmother's kitchen, aged about ten (thirty years ago). I am being chased by a giant cat that I can't see. I have to run on the top of surfaces - for some reason I can't go on the floor. The main surface is the top of a 1950 style gas cooker - and there are lots of these in a row - coloured yellow and also white. So I am running fast so as not to burn my bare feet on the hot stove.

Margaret's Dream

I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness and I feel like darkness is pulling me under. I yell for help but no-one is there to hear it. I begin to see the water at eye-level and I kick and flail fighting to stay above the darkness. But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me and slowly I begin to give in to the feeling that lies below the water line. The water starts to fill my lungs - the lungs that once held so much life yet now they allow the mucky water to replace that. I knew that this path doesn't lead to happiness. But why doesn't someone grab my hand and pull me from the darkness. No-one knows I stand at the boundary between light and dark. So I give in to the thing that holds me - my heart can't save me from the water, so I slowly slip below the world consciousness unaided by the people of the world. I don't want to fight any more. I will give in to the darkness.

May's Dream

I dream nearly every night. We had a farm. We used to have great fun. We had cows and calves and all sorts of things, and we had turf. We had two cows and my mother I dreamt was milking them and I used to have a lantern and I used to hold it for her. And we'd go ceilidh at a neighbour's house after the cows were milked and there'd be card playing and doing some things... we usually said the rosary. I often think of it - every night. I can see the same things happening. I feel lonely when I wake up.

Tom's Dream

I was at this dance...I would go to Feena... walk to the hall and try and get in for nothing ... it would be the fifties...a small hall...paraffin lamps...we were wild things...I've met fellas that were dead a while.