Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/29/2020
By Machman
I am in a house which I believe to be a cottage. I think it has two levels. I believe I have either bought the lower level or I have moved into it my with my family. I don't know who I am with but I notice there is water leaking from the ceiling. There is also water running down a channel or internal gutter or something. So I go outside to have a look. The cottage is white (as were the walls inside the house) and it is not raining. Then I remember it is a two level house. I go back inside and walk up the stairs to the 2nd level. There are no doors restricting access between the two properties. I then open a glass door and the landlord and landlady (as I know them to be) are surprised by my entrance. The woman in in a bath and the man is standing in front of her. I apologise for the intrusion and make to leave but I am called back and the woman is now out of the bath and putting on a robe. I tell them that water is leaking into the property downstairs. They come with me to see what's what. It is only now that I am awake that I have made the connection between the water coming into the house and the woman taking a bath upstairs. I didn't make that connection in the dream. Next I am in a taxi with two other people. One in the front next to the driver and another guy sitting next to me in the back who's face I never see. The guy in the front I believe was Bill Paterson, the Scottish actor. He is doing most of the talking. Whilst this is all going on I am trying to reach into my pocket to get my wallet out to pay for the taxi. I have it in my head that these guys have paid before so it is my turn. I can't get into my jeans pocket so I am putting myself into some weird positions to get my wallet out. Whilst this is happening, popcorn kernels are falling out my pocket and going all over the place. The driver is obviously not too happy about this and makes a comment something along the lines of "What are you doing back there?“. The taxi stops at our destination (which I think might have been Gilmour Street train station in Paisley) and I have my wallet out which looks like a cover for one of the old fashioned iPods. There are popcorn kernels all over it. Bill Paterson tells me to put my wallet away but I tell him it is my turn to pay. He puts his hand up as if to relent and let's me carry on.