ONLY A FOOL FIGHTS A BATTLE HE CANNOT WINā¦ BUT THEN AGAIN, HOW DO YOU KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY ?
Just had a dream that Iād bought a new push bike and Iād locked it up and then sat down to do some writing on a step nearby. My writing was interrupted by the sound of someone kicking something. It was a druggie, kicking the hell out of my brand new bike trying to loosen it from itās chains. As he did so I could see the back wheel was beginning to buckle, I wanted to kill himā¦
ā¦āOi, oi, no, you stop that,ā I shouted, getting up as I did so, āwhat the mother do you think youāre doing ? I just bought that bike itās brand new !ā
The guy, madness in his eyes, stopped, incredulous that someone dare interrupt him. He turned and came towards me, staggering. Stupidly I stayed there, a ridiculous pride preventing me from moving ā¦
āYou say what to me ?ā
āI say that bike is mine, please stop what youāre doing to it.ā
āOh you want me to stop do you ?ā
Heās now face to face with me, the extent of his disconnection to the rest of humanity clear to see. This was not a rational being. If Iād have been an outsider looking in I would have screamed to me to run but I wasnāt, I was on the inside caught up in a silent vacuum, transfixed with a mixture of fear, excitement and wonder.
Any time I consequently may have had to see sense vanished in an instant, as my new friend pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at me. He began to speak, this time as if possessed, as if it were someone else speaking through him,
āHe who has and has never given, or thought to give, or failed to question why he has and others have not, is a man with only selfish thoughts. When to all around he may seem like a noble and decent man and yet when another like me is craving simply to live, having been struck down by such evil of mind and body, the work of Lucifer himselfā¦.ā
As he continued, I realised this was the requiem for my impending doom. He was going to shoot me and he didnāt care because he probably wanted to shoot the whole world.
The only thing I could think to do was to recite back at him. Kill his words with mine.
So, I began to sing, I began to sing In My Life by The Beatles.
āThere are places I remember all my life though some have changed, some for ever not for betterā¦ā
It took maybe a line and a half for him to notice there was something else going on, suddenly he stopped his ranting, he paused and though his face still contorted, he tried to join in, gently at first, sort of humming but then more angrily, spitting, as if to say,
āYeh I know those words too, donāt you dare patronise me!ā
But he didnāt know the words, he had forgotten them, they were gone, far away. As he began to realise this his face started to become vacant, his eyes lost, he tried again, making words up that might fit, guessing the rhymes to the end of lines but it was no good. He fell silent, his face set like stone, his stare fixed.
I knew I had to carry on, to stop now would be to give him a chance to regain a hold on his insanity.
āā¦Though I know Iāll never lose affection, for people and things that went before, I know Iāll often stop and think about themā¦.ā
His expression started to morph into that of a child who didnāt understand what was going on, his eyebrows started to twist, his mouth hanging open, saliva dripping down his chin.
And then the first tear. It fell like a ton weight from his eye, the second, the third, crashing down. In moments he was sobbing, shuddering with the grief of his own lost life..
His head bowed, he fell to his knees, spent. The gun dropped from his hand down by his side. He started to whale like an animal. Pain, pain, pain.
I was no longer there, at least not to him. But for the first time in a long time he was.
x.
For the lost, tears are the ticket for moving on.
For those who are not lost, laughter art and love are the enemy of such tears.
Comments
Chris
WOW.
How poignant, how significant.
I am not intelligent enough to fully understand this ( or have a degree in psychology).
But somehow, doesn't the boy just sum up a lot of the disaffected/ disillusioned people in our country? If only we could reach them with words ?
Or is the boy with gun your darker old self?
One to think about
Take care one and all
Criminy Christophe - what dreams you have...
It's odd you pick this topic - I'm currently embroiled in a battle at work that I know I can't win, yet grinds me down a little more every darn day.
Should I take your advice and confront it, like a big girl, or do I continue to do what I have been up until now - avoid the possibility of recrimination and bitterness?
I'd love to be able to say I will stand up and fight - even in the most gentle and disarming way, but for me, and possibly others out there, the truth is, it's frightening.
I don't want to be the one who has the phooey kicked out of them - this is, after all, just a job, but it's a job I love and adore - but is it really worth fighting for?
I don't know.
But I like your answer - perhaps music is the only way forward. Or have I missed the point? I so often do...
It could be why I've always got some daft tune running around my head at any given point in the day.
Or maybe it's just a bad day.
PS - sorry missed the Friday blog, Squiggly Pig attacked by impetigo, so was too contagious to attend nursery. She's fine and back causing havoc with the other tiddlers now.
Big love to you and the other bloggettes.
hey chris
My eldest sister is a drug addict, heroin the worst kind, she hasnt been there for years. She is selfish beyond all belief and bitteratthe whole world, she blames all for her life except herself.
She is a drama queen and took greatjoy in informing my parents she was an addict and even went on to shoot up infront of my mum. She stole from all of us and played on our love and used and abused untill i had non left.
Eventually she got pregnant, and gradually came off drugs and seemed to adapt well to motherhood, she was still self absorbed but atleast had a focus. It became gradually apparent she was back on it, the signs began to show, I saw herone day, after I had my own child, and I left in tears, worried for that beautiful little girl sadie, My othersister and I decided we had to bring in social services, My dad agreed, my mum wanted to wait, always one desperate to keep the peace. She would cal us the nextday to tell us if she wanted to be involved.
The next morning I had dressed my new born ben in a ridiculous tigger outfit and my mum rang, I could tell by my then husbands face it was bad news, I thought fiona, my sisterwas dead, and thought actually i could handle that, but no it was sadie. A week laterfiona was arrested with murder. Iteventually became apparent she had been giving sadie methodone over a long period of time. I was a witness for the prosecution, but fiona had got herself pregnantagain and got a suspended sentence.
Reporters would come and the local papers had us on the fromt page. The social services assessed and took the second child away, Fiona was meant to be working to getting herback but burgeled old people and is now in prison waiting to be tagged.
The reality of drugs. No glamour at all.
love em25x
WOW! I thought I had strange dreams!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was so much I wanted to write...
You amaze me more every day.....
T-A x x
Wow Chris
You sure know how to get someone's attention in a morning. It is so true. Having been a teacher for a number of years that whole tears thing is the gateway to a clearer soul.
Tears cleanse and make the world a brighter place, washing away the grime of the past.
That being said, what the hell did you eat before going to bed - just so that I can avoid dreams like that!!!
Amanda
Chris, I'm sure one of the lovely bloggers will be able to interpret this dream for you, but in my own very humble opinion, it sounds like you are learning to value yourself and the positive impact you can have on people - go mate!!!
MWAH
xxxxxxxxx
Chris,
Today's blog is a stoater! (Scots word meaning great/puzzling/brilliant). Don't really know what to make of it - I am hopeless at analysing dreams.
This is a deep one - why would this guy be saying to you that you have, while others do not, and do you question it? I think you know how lucky you are, in financial terms. However, the money didn't just drop into your lap by accident. Blood, sweat and tears lie behind every pound coin. Are you feeling guilty because you think you have too much? Is this dream really all about you?
As I say - I'm hopeless at this sort of thing. One thing I will say, if I had been dreaming this, I probably would have woken up when he pulled the gun. I have had loads of dreams where I have been in danger and I always wake up before it goes the distance.
I'm probably completely on the wrong track here, and as I type this, there are no other posts to compare it with, so I look forward to seeing what everyone else thinks!
As always, thanks for getting my brain working!
C xx
What a dramatic post!
I think it's important to have harrowing dreams such as these to feel the fear you may be missing from normal life. What beats the relief you feel when you realise it was a dream and all that you hold dear is still intact? I rarely manage to find any meaning further than this but I will try to learn the lesson of yours.
You write beautifully Mr Evans and it brightens my day, Thanks x x
Wow Chris! What an intense dream! I thought that I was the only one who had really 'real' dreams!
You aught to copywright the idea straight away, before anyone pinches it! It was make a fantastic part of a flim! You just need to write the rest of it!
I once had a dream that I solved starvation in Ethiopia ! Very simple really, I wrote to Bob Geldoff and we then aranged for lots of icecream vans to be flown over in large choppers and we fed everyone 99's with flakes!! Everyone was very grateful for my idea and everyone kept cool - it was on the news and everything! Strange what you dream!!!
Eleanor
x
Incredible!!!
We all get lost from time to time no matter how much love and laughter in our lives. Dreams like the one you had, Chris, serve to remind us of that.
Like any new place you go you can easily get lost if you don't follow the right path and to make sure I don't get lost I'm off to laugh out loud at a piece of art I love dearly :0)
Dear Chris,
sounds like a really crazy dream. Are the mushrooms you have been picking finally takeing effect?
Take care Simon
A very peculiar dream, Chris. I would class it as a nightmare! But how strange that in your dream you fight down the man with a song. Admittedly In My Life is a fantasticly moving song - have you heard Sean Connery's version on the George Martin Beatles tribute album. He only speaks the words but his scottish tones brings the words more meaning.
Off to job centre to justify why I should get the measily handout they give me when I really want to be in work. :-(
Awaiting the show with eagerness
Love Alison xxx
Em,
To share this story with a few must be hard, to share this story with us all is so very brave. There are no words I can say save.... Live life, be happy, love your own, you're not on your own.
Lynda
-x-
Hi all
This seems appropriate. It is taken from the musical "Time" and was narrated by Sir Laurence Olivier. I can remember hearing it for the first time and being totally stunned. I hope some of you get some meaning from it too.
Stand before me on the sign of infinity, all you of the earth.
With the granting of the law of provination comes the application of change.
I will give you the key.
And with this knowledge, please realise, comes the responsibility of sharing it.
I will show you the way.
It's very simple. Throughout the universe there is order.
In the movement of the planets, in nature and in the functioning of the human mind.
A mind that is in its natural state of order, is in harmony with the universe and such a mind is timeless.
Your life is an expression of your mind.
You are the creator of your own Universe -
For as a human being, you are free to will whatever state of being you desire through the use of your thoughts and words.
There is great power there.
It can be a blessing or a curse -
It's entirely up to you.
For the quality of your life is brought about by the quality of your thinking - think about that.
Thoughts produce actions - look at what you're thinking.
See the pettiness and the envy and the greed and the fear and all the other attitudes that causes you pain and discomfort.
Realize that the one thing you have absolute
control over is your attitude.
See the effect that it has on those around you.
For each life is linked to all life and your words carry with them chain reactions like a stone that is thrown into a pond.
If your thinking is in order, your words will flow directly from the heart creating ripples of love.
If you truly want to change your world, my friends, you must change your thinking.
Reason is your greatest tool, it creates an atmosphere of understanding, which leads to caring which is love.
Choose your words with care.
Go forth ... with love.
Morning...
I dont even know where to start, not that I have the intelligence to try to understand what was said!
Some of the time life seems like an uphill battle, always slaving and trying to reach a point that just stays a few inches out of grasp, others fall away and ignore their battle because they dont have the hunger or patients to see where it might take them, they become angry as they expect everything to be accessable to them within arms length and when it is not they fight and try to bring others that stay the course down with them as they are different now because of their hunger and drive!
Holy moly, did I just say that, maybe I am worthy or entering a conversation of intelligence!
I need a lie down now, that's warn me out!
Have a great day everyone & remember, drive, battle and stay focussed!
big love
Hey Em 25
My big brother was a heroin addict too. I always try to think 'why'? And its really hard for me to know, as, with you, he was surrounded by family, hard working mum and dad, and me and my little brother who never touched the stuff and felt no need to ever 'do' drugs. So, I still dont know why - other than he was with the wrong crowd, low self-esteem, the usual suggestions....
I am glad to say he has been clean for years now and has two beautiful little girls to hopefully keep him that way for ever. My heart goes out to you for your loss (of your sister and niece) and hope you can take solace in helping your mum, dad and other sister through it all.
As for Chris - less cheese before bed methinks!
I must say - although the clouds are low and autumn is definitely here, I love it! Muchos excuse for wearing woooly jumpers and eating stew. I'm off to buy some leg warmers...
x
I went to bed asking myself to remember my dream last night and woke up to....nothing! could not feel or hear anything, mind you had loads of pressure on from work, kids, life is a merry go round, non stop, blah blah..all in the same boat so let's row!
I have worked with affected yoofs for a time and this kind of thing is not uncommon.
They are genuinely very sceptical about their chances in life, and are usually only worried about where the next smoke is coming from.
Don't get me wrong there are many that show willing and want to move on up but lack any guidance, direction.
A lot of theser kids smoke(more than fags) and drink.
With such mind altering substances running through their bodies, it is no surprise in the way they act.
We all have the presssure to conform and do well in life,however succes is judged. no matter how you or your family are there is social ethos that requires,getting as nice a car as possible, bigger house, more possessions.. this does not make us happy, well maybe for a while then the hole reveals itself again.
We are being pushed into fear,to be kept in a place where we do not question, when really we must always question? to be curious and to find ourselves a journey that must take place.
I want to be on mine forever....
Lotas of lovingness
xxxx
An old man and a young man worked in office next to each other. The young man had noticed that the older man always seemed to have a jar of peanuts on his desk. The young man loved peanuts.
One day while the older man was away from his desk the young man couldn't resist and went to the old man's jar and ate over half the peanuts.
When the old man returned the young man felt guilty and confessed to taking the peanuts.
The old man responded "That's ok since I lost my teeth all I can do is lick the chocolate off the M&Ms."
Hey Chris
what a dream! I wish I had the courage to stay and fight, but as my dreams always involve me flying away (flapping my arms like mad but always managing to take off eventually - goodness knows what I do to the duvet!) I think I'm better at avoiding trouble than facing it.
Maybe I'd be a stronger person if I stayed to fight, but doesn't she who runs away live to fight another day?
cat
x
There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.
To Em 25 - as a mother too my heart breaks for you. I'm so, so sorry for your family - and I mean that in a totally non-patronising way.
Life is cruel and crap (sorry blog police), and things like that make us cling just a little closer to our children.
This, however, is a place where we can at least find solace with strangers who know, understand and care.
I feel honoured that you felt you could tell us that, and at the risk of sounding all American and cheezy - thank you.
Hi Chris and all bloggees,
Ok this is the first time I've done this outside very close friends and family so please don't be offended, in truth the only person who can truly and honestly interpret a dream is the dreamer because they are always such personal messages. (That's why generic dream books are no good).
I am only just learning that our higher selves or souls (for want of a better term!) try to communicate to us and guide us using imagery we can understand but our higher selves know "everything" so a small symbol can mean soooo much.
(Imagine trying to explain driving to someone who has spent all ther life lying on a bed in a plain white room and doesn't even know they can use their legs to walk!!)
Anyway here goes - I think the new bike represents a new emerging part of your personality that you are finally recognising and want to keep safe. (hence locking up the bike).
It may be to do with your creativity because while you thought it was safe you were able to sit down and write.
But this emergence is so new and so precious to you, you may feel scared that something will destroy it and your biggest fear is that that something is you!
It is possible that the druggie represents all the negative facets you believe you have and you are anxious that those bad parts are so strong thay will win (hence the gun).
Your dream, however, has shown you, very powerfully, that you don't need to worry about this. It showed that the potential for damage is there but showed it to you so clearly that you can recognise and acknowledge it (everything the druggy did). But it also showed you how gentleness and clarity give you the biggest strength and protection anyone could have. (singing - In My Life). You really can go forward you are sooo able to keep yourself in check now.
Take care all
Cx
P.S. sorry again if interpretation is so way off it causes offence, I'm kind of in shock that I've just written itand am actually going to comit it to the blog by clicking post.....
I'm really new to all this..... so bare with me!
The song you mentioned and the whole dream so bizare but also so spot on for me just now...
My good friend has just split form some one that she loved, for him i think it was friends, but for her he filled her world and he now has a proper girlfriend and she is devastated and cant/wont speak to me because I saw the details of her relationship as signs that he really cared....any way the point is at the end of your blog/dream sequence the very last lines stopped me in my tracks.....
Thanks aand toodle pip!
Hey chris
First time I have commented on your blog (or any blog for that matter!) and I am a bit nervous - seems I am also kinda shy in the virtual world!
Dreams are so important, and ever since I read your post about wizards I have been trying to listen to mine more. Although lately thay have all been the kind of dream that wake me up in the middle of the night! I wonder what that means!
I love hearing about other people's dreams, so thanks very much for sharing, hope this one didn't wake you in the middle of the night!
Anyway I best stop putting off knucking down to work, a day of redesigning a newletter, and making graphics for our new website ahead today!
Love the show, almost wish my journey home was longer so I could hear more. Have been known to sit my car outside my house to finish listening to you! What a mad woman! hahahahaha
Much love
Sam
X
whoo, that is one seriously intense dream. Most of mine are kinda wishy-washy but that one sure doesn't sound vague at all. Good on you for having it in your soul/body/spirit/what ever to confront that sort of situation. If I ever get stuck in a dark alley I'd be glad to have that sort of inner-confidence.
Hi Chris and the blogettes,
³Ņ“Ē²õ³ó!ā¦
You know, we all get dealt a different hand of cards but how we choose to play our own cards, affects the whole gameā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.
Keep smiling
Rachel
xx
oh chris!
i'm in the local paper today talking about my obsession with shoes! and oh my god i've just had the trisha goddard show phoning me asking if i could go on there show! i don't think so!!!! see if it was you i would do it in a shot!
anyway hope all you bloggers are well xx
Morning Chris
Second day of half term hols and what a beauty! Up early for the dentist- what a fantastic morning. View down into the valley, early mist just settled near river, hazy sun getting stronger. Quick brew and watched 5 blue tits having fun in garden shrubs.
Bit of a nip in air- love it. Dentist fine- those lovely words- "everything looks great see you in 6 months!"
Re your dream!-Feel more grounded these days than ever before. Nothing worse than feeling lost and only able to connect with life on a very basic level.
Love, laughter and friendship- it's what lifes all about.
You know Chris, back in July I was getting over a difficult break up. You wrote something quite poignant around that time and I commented on how sometimes the words of strangers can touch you when friends can't.
Over the months I no longer see you and fellow bloggers as strangers- it's a lovely virtual community. I don't blog on a daily basis- sometimes it's enough to just read.
Well, back to the blue tits! They were living in a box that my previous neighbour fixed onto her tree. Well not her tree but in her garden.
Now the new neighbours have commented that the tree blocks their light and that leaves drop on their patio- ahhhhh, give me strength!!
I do worry that one day I might get home from work to find that our lovely tree has been felled.
So, fellow bloggers- and I'm sure one of you will know- can I get a preservation order on a tree based on the fact that it has been home to the blue tits for past few years. And if so, how do I go about it?
Really hope someone can help me out here- have a great day. I'm off to climb a hill.
Take care, Debbie x
Hi all,
Wow, there's some mighty intelligent people here! Both writing the blog (Chris, you're inspirational) and commenting.
I don't have anything that I can add to the other comments, just to thank you all for making me want to be a better, more informed, more confident person.
Look forward to learning more every day reading the blog!
Hugs,
SW xxx
Hey Catherine, I think that sounds SPOT ON!!
Makes sense to me anyway lol!
xx
em25-
That must have been really hard for you to write.
Thank you for sharing and I wish your family and you less troubled times
Saz
x
Chris, I cannot believe that for two days running you have reduced me to tears.
Your dreams has struck a nerve with me of the things that have been going on in my life for the past year, particularly in relation to work. To understand, I would view the new bicycle as the promotion I achieved, and the druggie as my ego, in short, the bike was mine, I deserved it, but I wasn't up to the challenge of riding the bike, therefore I locked it up and started kicking my bike out of frustration at my inability. I view the characterisation of you as all the people that tried to help me to reach the required level to ride the bike, and my ego thinking that it new best and thereby ignoring their best efforts to assist me and doing my best to undermine their position of authority to make me look better than I really was. Until I had a breakdown!
However, I now know that I don't know everything, and have started the recovery process. My ego is still there, that cartoon of the devil on the shoulder is so apt, but I now keep it under control by questioning the motives behind what I do and want to do. My wife, God bless her, assists me in keeping that part of me under control. An element of ego is a good thing, but when it takes control it can only be destructive.
I used to be very judgemental of people, I now try to treat everybody as equal. the powertrip that I was on is now gone.
Just my recovery and my relationships with others are what's important now.
isnt it interesting how other peoples dreams can touch you. I am just going to let that one 'be' i think.
For those who said they were not intelligent enough to get it. Dont underestimate yourselves - you read this blog.... therefore you are.
Em25. Thank you for sharing your very personal story. You have shown strength and courage that should be admired.... and heeded.
xx
Oh Christophe you have a knack for writing.
...when will the book of short stories be published?
Wonderful thought-spinning blog yesterday - it is good to reflect is it not?
Have to recommend another Dylan Thomas poem - 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night' to be followed by Katherine Hepburn/Spencer Tracy comedy called 'Pat and Mike' which features a bit of golf
So long my friend
Morning my bloggie buddiekins
A few things to get off my chest today
Eleanor's Mum from yesterday - I think you said exactly how I feel about this blog. Thanks 'cause I couldn't have put it so well.
From your dream Chris - "In my life" - I can't get it out of my head since hearing Tel play it yesterday morning. I'd forgotten just how beautiful a song it was. I guess you heard it and it stuck too.
Em25 from today - what can anyone say to take away the pain. My eyes filled up reading your post. Thank you for having the courage to share your story.
Good god, do you really have such lucid dreams or is there some poetic licensing going on here...? The only thing I can recall from my sleep is a vague sense that I was trying to convince a group of people that potatoes grow from the knots in wood if you managed to get the wood into a dustbin sometime before Xmas. x
PS Have really been loving everyone's comments on life and death and found much to take away and contemplate. Thanks all x
Additional thoughts:
The bike represents the potential for a journey - but you provide the power.
"In My life" brings strong associations with John Lennon and the potential consequences of insignificant encounters.
Deeply cosmic
Puce (not paper Rebecca!)
Dear Chris
A vivid dream indeed. Now, whilst I am not actually qualified in the field of pschyo-dream-analysis, I do occasionally dabble in their interpretation. And on this occasion I think I may be able to throw some light on the events that unfolded in your mind.
I will restrict myself, as time is short, to an aetiological analysis of the underlying mechanism. On this topic, I think the answer is clear:
Mushrooms.
That's right Chris. It is my belief that the very vividness of your unconscious encounter was probably due to the psychotropic effects unleashed during the digestion of one or more woodland fungi. I know this because I too have battled demons after mistakenly chewing on something that Ravel once collected. He assured me that they ate this type of mushroom in Bulgaria all the time. That may be, but I was not prepared for what happened. At one point, I was standing on the top of the Empire State Building shooting arrows at incoming albatrosses whilst tap dancing to the collected works of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. I was awoken from this delusion by Dolores, who found me standing, naked, on the end of the bed, throwing her shoes at some pigeons outside the window. I spent the rest of the day sipping re-hydration fluids and staring at my feet. Ravel, on the other hand, showed no ill effects at all, except that he developed a temporary craving for sucking the juice out of raw lemons. We had to send Denise out to the local village market when our small supply was sucked dry. Two hours later she had to drive 15 miles to the nearest supermarket for another batch. In total, Ravel sucked on 36 lemons in less than eight hours. When I asked him if this was normal, he told me that in Bulgaria there are certain towns where lemons are sucked openly on the street, and people often go round to each other's houses for mushroom and lemon parties.
I hope this helps you find the answer.
yours in confidence
J McC
(This comment was brought to you by McCrumble's 'Dreams-R-Us' - a counselling service for the discombobulated blogger)
Wow Chris, what an incredible dream! I think Galadriel might be right about the boy with the gun being the old you, the one you left behind.
I've been thinking lately that Robbie Williams could take a leaf out of your book. He's always showing off (just like you used to), and he says such cruel things sometimes (Gary Barlow is a stronger man than Robbie could ever be). But I think Robbie just comes across as a sad lonely little boy, and I don't think he realises we can all see that. Get him on the show chris, and talk to him like a big brother.
Em 25 - my heart goes out to you. I was a nightmare young adult who treated my family like dirt. Luckily when I had children I managed to pull myself out of that terrible place, now i look back and can't believe how selfish I was.
Drugs and alcohol can take over people's lives, unfortunately your sister hasn't been able to stop her terrible behaviour yet, maybe there is still time.
Back to the subject of dreams, I keep dreaming about a person in my life who has made it clear how much she hates me, but who I still have to spend time with. I wish i knew how to deal with her, I just want to leave her behind but think i owe it to others around me to be more tolerant.
Em xx
Good grief, you have dreams just like me!!!
I have found myself in the past scrambling across my blokey in the middle of the night shouting about a giant spider in the curtains! I have also woken up to find that i was trying to stand up in bed, cant remember why now.
I have had a 'Murder Mystery' dream and all i can remember now is the point where i sat up in bed and pointed at the floor next to where i was lying and shouted:
" Its YOU!!!!!!" in triumph.
At which point, the other half woke up and demanded to know what the hell was going on!!! Poor thing!
I have very detailed dreams which have storylines and plots and are quite interesting. Sometimes i wake up remembering the dream and wishing i could go back to sleep to find out what happens!
The other half and myself didnt have a very good start to the day today, as at 6.15am when i chased the cats (Squeaky and Tiger-Lillie) out of our bedroom after they were being naughty, i bumped into the end of the bed (which other half was still in) and it collapsed!!!!!!!!! ha ha ha!!! He was not best pleased as he hurt his elbow and jumped up out of the ruins of the bed and bellowed "F*&^!!!!!!!" at the top of his voice whilst dancing around rubbing his elbow!
I dont know how i kept a straight face!!! So today i am alternately laughing like a mad-woman to myself and feeling really quite tired ( he is Mr.Grumpy today!)!!!
Am off now to feed the two little afore-mentioned gluttons, as they are 6 and 4 months old....Squeaky has to go for his "operation" on Friday, i feel quite guilty about it! But tis a necessary evil!
See you all later!!
xxxxxxxx
oh...
I just tried to post a nice post and I was pushed out... I'm not a malicious poster? How odd...
*hurumph*
Beautiful post though Chris xxxx
#3 - Em25, thank you for sharing your story. It cannot have been easy. The world is a very screwed up place.
Chris - that is one hectic dream you had there. Perhaps music can save us all. I love the last two statements, so very true.
Wow CE... What a far out dream. Do you normally have dreams as vivid as this? Do they ever disturb you?
I have a very clever friend who helps people cope with difficult dreams through a method called 'Solution Focused Therapy'...
She's a top whizz with things like this. Although she's very good, there are alot of qualified Psychologists/Therapists up and down the country that practice this method. it's very successful and has lead alot of people to reach a better qulaity of sleep in their life... Let's face it, we could all do with that.
If anyone ever decides to have this therapy, make sure you go with someone that's properly qualified and regulated.
Anyway, just my tuppence worth.
Lilly x
Dreams Explained (for those who don't already know)..
When we first fall asleep, we go through about 90 minutes of nonrapid eye movement (NREM) sleep, which consists of four stages.
In stage one muscles relax, breathing slows and body temperature and blood pressure decrease a bit.
In stage two we go deeper into sleep, and this is when talking and sleepwalking happen.
In stage three heart rate and breathing slow down more, body temperature continues to drop, and electrical activity surges in the brain.
In stage four all body functions slow down and an EEG shows large, slow brain waves.
Our bodies then go back to stage three, stage two, and instead of going back to stage one again, we enter rapid eye movement (REM) sleep.
REM sleep is when most dreams occur. The brain's electrical activity is similar to a waking state. Heart rate and breathing increase, there's more oxygen going to our brains, body temperature rises, and there are signs of sexual arousal (even though that may not be what we are dreaming about).
Each time we cycle through, stages three and four become shorter, and REM becomes longer. That probably explains why we find it easier to remember the dreams we have just before waking.
You're a sensitive guy Chris, but don't you think its boring listening to other people's dreams?
Its not too bad as I can choose to read the blog, but I hate it when people insist on telling you their dreams when actually it only means something to the person who had the dream - to others its usually boring!
A.
This reminds me of an interview on daytime TV a while back with pop star Meat Loaf....
He was once attacked (prior to him being famous) on the New York underground and threatened with a knife. His first thought was "what is the one thing that scares the crap out of people" - answer "a madman" because you never know what he is going to do.
So Meat tensed up his body and let out a mad yell "uurrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh" and the attackers ran like mad away from him!
It just proves that sometimes there are other ways than violence when in a confrontational situation, and bluff can be a great weapon!
Ross Hemsworth
www.webradioworld.com
If the bike represents a journey (puce wallpaper)then why had you chained it to the railings? Hmm!
also why chain it up if you are going to sit by it anyway?
all very mysterious.
Love to you all
J
Chris
From your last comment 'tears are the ticket for oving on etc..."
I guess you have already interpretted your dream - i.e. someone or something was threatening to damage your new idea (bike) and by your reaction to them in an unexpected way they caved in and let you proceed. I think your dream was a result of some of the books you have entioend reading in the last few weeks (Paul Celho et al)
ANyway once again the old maxime SUMO (shut up and move on) seems to ring true, if someone gets in your way unjustifiably, then don't cause them grief but make the think but an unexpected reaction that actually they are not in the right but you just might be.
You are not lost as your laughter, art and love are the enemry of the destructive people/fores they we all encounter in everyday life.
Perhaps you are starting your own brand of Budhism!
Peace and harmony to all you bloggers
Sal
x
Em25 (#3)... read that with tears in my eyes... incredible of you to share that here (mind you, possibly the best place to share is here with so many amazing posters not to mention our daddy blogger)
You must be one strong cookie!
Chin up chicken, whatever you're doing to keep on doing it because you sound lovely and well balanced and strong. Sending fuzzy love chunks a-flying atcha.
I havent posted for a while... VERY busy at work plus time off recovering from kidney infection. But here you all are, plus new posters... still filling your worlds with smiles, still feeling the intelligence, warmth, kindness, silliness, HILL-ness of all your posts.
Christophe... what HAVE you started...
Who's a clever boy then eh?
*ruffles hair*
Kyleigh
xxx
Chris !!!!
Far be it from me to play the Green-Eyed monster, but I am jealous of your ability to remember in such detail, word for word what was said in a dream. I have very very vivid dreams too but within 20 seconds of waking up, the poignant stuff said dribbles out my ears. I've put a dictaphone beside my bed because I was "told" to write them down (by some stranger who walked up to me in a shopping centre and gave me a very specific message from my dead friend who I've referenced before. I know it sounds ridiculous but you don't ever really believe those things until it happens to you. He also gave me the date three and a bit weeks in to the future where my other half would dump me and "why"). I've been "meaning to" try to record on waking up. This has gone on for six months and I've managed it once. Last night I dreamt I was a cartoon character and people kept mentioning "Emily" when they meant the Uk(???). I think that all came about because I was wetting myself laughing watching the cartoon series "Father of the Pride" at the weekend. If you've not seen it, get it. It is a HOOT. I think it runs on SKY-1
I do sometimes remember shards of my dreams and they have been prophetic. Perversely, I've found that if I *mention* the dream, it doesn't come true, if I hush my mouth it does. I've not worked that one out. I dreamt two months ago my younger sister died after being stabbed by a junkie for her mobile phone. I didn't mention that to her yesterday when announced someone she spends a lot of time with has been receiving (written) death threats involving knives.......
Today's the tomorrow that worried you yesterday, and all's well.
As always people, take care.
Great Blog.
Chris, Just read your dream and thought that perhaps you might like to read an email I have just sent to a “óĻó“«Ć½ news blog. Perhaps this is how your man started.
Dear “óĻó“«Ć½,
I am not that clever with words, but I feel that I must at least try to put over my point of view as to the dismay I feel at the way the TV and media portray the kids of today. Have we given up on kids? Is it easier to portray them as mindless yobs and no hopers, than try to understand them? In a poll by my Internet provider, 75% of people who had voted at the time I voted said that kids deserved the bad press and every thing else that was said about them. If that is what the majority believe, then who is going to help them.
So what do we do? Are we domed to be come a nation of yobs with no morals, a nation of football hooligans, as the rest of the world sees us? Or is it time to change the way we treat our kids. My kids are great kids, what about your kid, or your friends kids, should they, like us, be tarred as hooligans by any one who doesnāt know us?
So this what we should do.
Stop kicking all kids because of the actions of a minority and start to show the good in them. Short video diaries perhaps?
Why not have an annual school competition for kids to write what they really want from Society. This way we could find out how they feel about the world they live in.
Kids lectures in schools by people they relate to.
Why not take some of these kids from estates to places like Africa, so they can see real suffering. Show them the hope of the children and not just the negative side.
There is so much more that can be done, so why not make us proud of our kids, instead of making them out to be Villains, because they are not.
Mike Pegley
Chris that's so deep! Thank you for sharing your dream, I think there is something very personal about dreams and to share them is special. The tear thing is so right and don't they say that the eyes are the windows to the soul?
Looking forward to the show this evening as always......love Deb x
Me again
(Tip my head sideways, and what I wanted to say tips out my ears)
This ties in with today's and yesterday's blog.
Reference tears : I cry unashamedly, espescially if on my own. I can cry my eyes out. Never for myself, always for other people, in some cases for the world (which I can never explain). I can cry at the strangest things, I remember blubbing when "Lal" the robot "died" in StarTrek-NextGeneration. I told myself it was a testament to the writing. I wept for the human race at the end of the six-hour "The Stand" I referenced last week (which dammit you can't get on DVD any more).More recently I wept at "Brokeback Mountain" at the bit near the end when he came across the blood-stained jacket.
But I wept buckets and buckets just yesterday when stuck immonilised in a traffic jam listening to Enya. So much so, I thought the rain had come on suddenly until I realised the "noise" was not the CD, it was me. It was a "new" album I bought (OK, it came out in Nov 2005 but I've just got around to buying it). It is a song for a lost love but on listening, it's another I've added to my "funeral" list. It's track 4 on her Aramantine album, called "If I could be where you are". I've played it over and over mixing my thoughts for my lost love (dumped in March and still not over it) and thinking of funerals. The chorus goes like
[chorus]
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow,
to bring you back home?
So I want carted in to Erasuse's version of Goodnight (On the album "Other people's songs" ) : "So goodnight, wherever you are sleeping, And I hope that if you dream, if you dream you dream of me" and "committed" to Enya's "If I could be where you are".
I've been searching on-line for a link which lets you listen to the Enya song but they all make you register, others only play the first 30 seconds which doesn't give you the chorus.
Seriously Chris, look it out and play it. Not necessarilly on air. Just do it, whether or not you like Enya. Type the title in to Google so that you can get the lyrics so you can sing along in your head
Am I ashamed or embarassed ? Absolutely not.
Happy tears everyone
btw, if anyone wants to see a heartwarming site and see motherly love in action, check out the live panda cam looking at the latest edition to Atlanta Zoo, a baby panda for mum Lun Lun
Blimey chris that was really deep and involved, I was thinking I would be listening to someone else on my way home tonight.
Does anyone on your show know where Robin Hoods Grave is?
THis is one of the most profound things I have ever read and I really feel that life is a journey that we are going on all the time, this blog is becoming part of it and part of increasing my awareness of it. Its great.
Em 25 has really touched a nerve with a lot of people, and I think it is a great sign that she has managed to talk about it with us. Life is horrible to us in so many ways, but what makes you a great person is how you cope with it...
A great saying:
Life is mostly froth and bubble, but two things stand like stone: kindness in another's trouble and courage in your own.
Oh, puhleeeze, Chris
As Sigmund Freud said:
"sometimes a bike is just a bike"
Well, at least I think he did.
Or maybe it was someone else.
And maybe they said something else.
Anyway, you know what I mean. Which is more than I do. Buy a new bike and get over it.
All the best
Partly referencing yesterday's post, the
following does apply though to every-day
life. I can't claim it is "mine", I can't even
remember where I came across it
(probably on some handout I was given).
I did change it a wee bit because I didn't like
the way it "flowed" and of course personalised the start of it. I did use it though when I had to stand on my hind legs for 40 minutes to "do" the funeral :
In ā99 I stood to conduct
the funeral of a friend
Referred to dates on the āannouncementā
from the beginning to the end
I noted first his date of birth
the following date with tears
I said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years ( (1963 - 1999 )
It matters not how much we own
The cars, the house, the cash
It matters how we live and love
and how we spend our ādashā
So think about this long and hard
The things you'd like to change
we never know what time is left
for us to rearrange
If we could just slow down enough
Weigh up whatās true and real
And always try to understand
The way that others feel
Be less quick to anger
Show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
From the depth of our heartās store
If we treat each other with respect
more often wear a smile
Remembering this special dash
Might only last a while
So, when your eulogyās being read
your life's actions to rehash
will you be proud of the things thatās said
of how you spent your dash?
Thought after my previous solemn posts, I'd better introduce a wee bit levity so :
A college professor was doing a study testing the
senses of first yearĢż schoolchildren, using a bowl
of fruit Polos. He gave all the children same
kind of Polo, one at a time, and asked them to
identify them by colour and flavour.
The children began to say:
"Red............cherry,"
"Yellow.........lemon,"
"Green..........lime,"
" Orange ........orange."
Finally the professor gave them all honey Polos.
After eating them for a few moments none of the children could identify the taste.
"Well," he said "I'll give you all a clue. It's what your mother may sometimes call your father."
One little girl looked up in horror, spat hers out and yelled:
Ģż
"Oh My God!!!! They're a**-holes!!"
Also, I think you would have been better off singing "Help! I need somebody, Help!"
All the best , Chris
Chris
The main theme that comes out of this blog is your honesty. It doesn't matter what the subject matter is, you speak from the heart, with compassion and it seems to each of us as individuals.
I am sure that is the reason we all love it so much. Honesty and good intentions are all that we would ask of others and you seem to have it in spades.I hope you get back from it as much as you give.
I must say that the perception that I had of you through TGIF days, press reporting etc before the drive time show, was not a good one. How wrong one can be.
You keep it up, an inspiration to us all. Brilliant, top bloke.
Thank you
Tim
Ps - great comments about Dr Pauly. Like you, one of us.
Just reading your dream narrative, Chris. Have you read 'Saturday' by Ian McEwan - if not, think you might like it.
You know there is something here about doing the right thing too - or maybe that is the bit that is hitting home for me.
3 time this year my boss has said 'don't get involved' - and I've ignored him. I was glad I sat and held my friends hand when she died, glad I help pick an old man up off the street, and glad I helped someone whose son died. Whereas he sat in his garden last week twiddling his thumbs while his neighbours alarm went off! Sometimes I'll be wrong and fall on my face, but I'd rather stand up than do nothing.
I absolutely love and admire your desire to strive towards a fulfilled and contented life. Body, mind and spirit, they all need to come together at the same time. I try work towards it, but like dieting I lose sight of where I'm going, where I want to be. I could say I know you'd say keep trying and get annoyed with the fact that anybody is saying they cant, as I would imagine cant does not exist in your world.
Its ridiculous you think you know someone because you've watched them on tv, listened to them on the radio. You are one of the most honest, open celebrities and people feel like they really do know you. I used to admire you for doing what you wanted and not seeming to be bothered whether it was right or wrong, now its a few years later and I admire you for the reasons I mentioned at the beginning.
I'm sure everyone could do with a 'Chris' in their lives, I know I could, and the select few friends you have are very lucky, but I'm sure you would feel the same about them.
x
Well Chris,
A year or so ago my partner did just this. He tried to stop a guy taking his bike and just like in your dream the guy was rather indignant at being asked to desist in this. The result was one nose broken by a head butt, and no bike.
Not sure what the answer to the story or life is. I am just barely getting through it at the moment without jumping at my own shadow let alone asking thieves to justify their actions.
What I've been thinking though is, that unless people feel a positive connection with their surroundings and community how we will be able to create a caring and responsible society?
Jenner
Em #3 - I was terribly moved by your ability to be frank and share your story with us here. Best wishes x
I tend to dream rather a lot myslef.
Strong cheese definately makes for an entertaining night, of dreams that is ...
The journey is the reward !
Morning bloggers and schloggers,
Dreams can be a wonderful thing and seem so real when you wake up that they can often be scary too! I do not dream very often however Mrs BigUn does and I have the bruises to prove it :-) My life is far more exciting in her dreams
From what I can read into Chrisās dream is that the bike could be anything that is precious to you (For Chris this was a fictitious bike) and the drug user could be anyone who has an issue with anything you deem as yours.
For example you could just as easy dream about having a car nicked or your house burgled and it would be just as distressing even if it had not really happened. The perpetrator could be anyone you feel would do the crime, this could be a youth, drug user or even an illegal immigrant as the threat is in your mind.
For Chris he left his dream after placing himself safe and his (head) invader in a better place than he had been for years.
This of course we have to remember is a dream :-) and although we are pleased he shared it with us!
Keep smiling everyone life is too short not to! :-)))
Keith
x
P.S. Em 25 # 3 I feel for you :-( My son is dabbling in drugs (he is 18) and I find it hard to deal with. He knows how I feel about it is just sad that he thinks he is in control and with my experience I know that is rarely the case. I will continue to chastise him and do everything to keep him safe, the role of the parent I guess!
Am in tears. Again. This blog is always so moving.
Em 25 - May the force be with you - we are all hoping you have happier times ahead.
Love to all xxx
What a powerful and telling dream.
I believe that every significant other in a dream is a facet of your own personality and I would attempt to interpret your dream as follows.
The bicycle being a mode of transport represents a journey. As it is a mode of transport for one this journey is a journey alone. it is an aknowledgement that this creative 'writing' period in your life is to be alone. You are rebuilding. You are only too aware that what could get in the way of this is yourself.
The guy with the gun is the old Chris - I'm sure that's how you felt in your twenties. You knew what you wanted and nothing could stop you. That guy is now "spent"; that skin is shed and what stands in his place is a really mature understanding sympathetic man who needs no gun as he has a heart ful of love instead. The young feisty manchild in you is growing and healing and you as parent to your inner child know just how to comfort and care for that being. xx
I also liken this to the story in the bible of Jesus spending forty days and forty nights in the desert. It was his time of temptation and reflection and growth. I believe that we all have these tiems somewhere betwen 35 and 45 and you are at the perfect age for this. It's a wondeful transition that is depicted differently in many religions and teachings. In Astrology it is referred to as the Saturn return. I could take forever on this one but won't bore you with the details.
There are two ways of achieving your goals and although a gun will get you somewhere sometimes isn't it great to know that in the words of the great man himself..........all you need is love.
Debs xxx
Good morning Chris and all,
First of all Em 25 - I cried after reading your story, I cannot put into words properly how deeply it affected me but I wanted to thank you for sharing it.
Chris - First of all, In My Life - could not have picked a better song for your dream :-) I absolutely lurve that song. Always have a lump in my throat when I hear it. Your dream, I don't know what it means but maybe you do on some level???? even if it is not apparent right now.
Anyway, as I said before and somebody else mentioned on here........you need to be writing a book - there are people who just have a way with words and my dear, you are one of them. So come on....think about it. I will be your Manager :-)
Have a great day everyone.
Love
Joannie xxx
4 more sleeps till I come over, getting really excited now.
welcome to my world everybody
This is real life for me,day in, day out,
but its a job I choose to be a part of so no sympathy needed.
I just wish more would walk alongside me as I work.
mini girl xxxx
Hello everyone!!
I don't know where to begin! ..... Thank you so so much for all your lovely kind thoughts I am really touched.
Went to Drs again for some more tests going back next week so will let you all know how it goes.
Going down to Poole for the weekend with my baby boy and my mum and dad to see my Nannys really looking forward to the break and being by the sea. The only downer is my hubby can't come as he has to work :o(
Thank you chris for setting up this wonderful blog as you said it really is full of love and kindness! long may it continue! :o)
Lots of love and hugs
Karen xxx
Hi Chris and everyone,
Your post (first one today) how kind you are, had me in tears all over again.
But then your second post, oh boy did that get my heart thumping, it reminded me instantly of a situation (similar to your dream in a way) that I found myself in a few years ago.
I was with my Mum doing a bit of shopping near to where she lives.
There's a few shops and a rather, shall we say rough pub, on walking past the pub I saw an old geezer being given loads of grief by a bunch of young blokes, they were really roughing him up, and sadly as is all too often the case, all passers by seemed unable to see the difficulty that this poor old chap was in.
I, on the other hand am totally unable to ignor situations like this, so I marched into the middle of the group (as you do) and demanded they stop mistreating the old chap before I called the police, things seemed to cool down a bit, then I guess to show his gratitude the old chap walks over to me and punches me in the face, causing me to hit the deck and eventually be picked up and dusted down by the very same thugs I'd tried to stop. They said the old boy was being a pain in the pub and they were merely escorting him off the premises.
Just shows don't read too much into situations, or indeed dreams.
I wish this blog thing had a spell check, I'm sure I've made a few boobs - oh well forgive me.
Hi Chris
You've brought a tear to my eye today.
'In My Life' is the song that we played at my Dad's funeral.
He died very suddenly, in the street, 7 years ago. We didn't have any idea what he'd want funeral-wise - the old story, it was never a subject we discussed. My siblings and I thought that song was just right though.
You have very lucid dreams.
Jan x
Hi Chris and all bloggers
The intensity of this dream is immense.
I too often have very vivid (and in full colour) dreams, usually they involve me being attacked, by humans, animals, aliens, monsters etc. and I do fight back but I never win or lose the battle.... I can never interpret them myself but my husband says I have them because my mind is not used to its full potential during the day and so it goes mad during my sleep.
I always wake up during mid fight, hence the battle never resolved.
Em25 - thanks for sharing, empathy is greater than sympathy.
and to those who don't have a good relationship with their mums, me neither - though I love her to bits, I seem to spend my life feeling guilty over things I did over 25 years ago?????
xxxxx
there are posts on here that just show how pathetic and stupid my problems are - issues at work are NOT life and death - they just need to be endured. I am lucky to have al oving wife and son who I adore (but maybe not as much as I should), friends and family. I have support, kindness, faith ..... so I should stop feeling sorry for myself and start looking out for others......
Afternoon Chris & fellow bloggers
I really can't get over this blog thing yesterday was my first day of blogging (is that a word) due to the fact that you moved me so much and you have done it again, I have a shed load of work to do but I am addicted. I am back as you have amassed me again.
I totally agree with what has been said ā dreams are complex and amazing things, please let them continue.
I was so moved by what Em25 (5) wrote, so moved that I have to inform you all of a very strange experience I had last month. I have recently taken up mediation classes and I got talking to the teacher a while back and she told me about past life healing ā the upshot was that I undertook a Past Life healing session last month.
The life I entered was a guy called Steven who lived by the cost on the border or Devon & Cornwall, he was a diver and a photographer and he had a great life - partner, son, family, good business and a general love for life then a freak accident happed and his son died, the guys life was turned up side down and his life ended lying on a dirty mattress with no one around taking an overdose of cocaine.
The Past Life Healing was emotional, spiritual and totally uplifting even though the life I entered had changed so much. Through this experience I have learnt so much about me, my life the value of life, the choices and the decisions I have made.
May be Chris your dream is trying to tell you the same thing.
Can't wait until tomorow
Nicky XX
What a dream Chris,
The last dream I had that has stayed in my memory waiting for me to unravel my subconcious mind was about 5 months ago, during the 1st episode of my ex and I splitting up.
I was on a canal boat, cruising the river around my home. I came upon a weir, which was running dry, and too late to do anything the boat tipped over nose 1st into the empty river bed. All of a sudden I was surrounded by helpful chaps lifting the boat so that it became level and 1 man stood prising the gates open so the water came rushing through to get my boat afloat. This happened about 5 times, with each weir or lock the same thing and the same heros. This was until I came to the Grand union canal, where again the boat was tipping into what looked like an empty space, only to suddenly fill with bubble wrap, hence a safe landing and bizarrly the boat kept going. At this point I was in the cabin, with 4 very good friends, a baby that I had been protecting during the dry lock incidents and David Grohl (?). david came over to me and started to talk about the baby, that I vigourously denied any relation to ( I don't have kids in the real world either, and have never felt any maternal urges). next thing I knew we were walking around my home town centre, where my wedding photos were on display in every shop window. Again David would try to engage me in conversation this time about my relationship and all I wanted him to do is sing for me. I then awoke, feeling confused yet refreshed. I think I have sort of worked out what I was trying to tell myself, and in my current situation feel that now I am where I am supposed to be.
Sure, I was scared to begin with, but if you never take risks you could be taking the biggest risk of all.
MW, a!
Hi Chris this is the frst time I have ever been on a blog, are they always this deep?
PS love the show
Neilly.
Em25
Thanks for sharing. It makes you think that any troubles that come your way can always be overcome.
What a post, top Mr Evans
It would be such a crying shame if this Em25 does not get a name check at least on tonights show.
thats some crazy voodoo chris. made perfect sense but crazy voodoo.
Wowsers Christophe! That is a deep and meaningful dream if ever I heard one. I love to tell and to hear dream stories. I believe they contain messages from your subconsious mind.
I agree with a couple of other bloggers that you were maybe facing yourself in the dream. You have tested your strength and ability to cope in the ultimate confrontation. I do not believe you are lost but perhaps you were looking upon part of yor former self. Here's to love, laughter and having your eyes opened.
p.s. still waiting to hear more about 'the chat'
Blimey!
x
You're weird!
Where do you get your dreams from?
I have dreams but they usually involve things I'm unable to mention on this site.
Oh by the way, I am a bit of a pedant. A whale is an animal. Wailing can be like an animal.
Tell me to shut up and I'll happily do so.
By the way, when you're on tonight can you explain to me or get Foxy to find out, why my mob (T-mobile) will not let me dial your number on Fridays? i'd love to have a request for my lovely wife Chris and our family but it never allows me access it just keeps saying "this call will cost you loads, hang up now and save your dosh" I don't hang upo but it does anyway. It's a real pain as I'd love to come on ask for my selection and abuse you.
Cheers for your time and the prog.
Lordy
And I thought I had weird dreams.
This is the first time I have checked out the blog - I do listen to the show on my way home from Work (17:15) but it only takes me half an hour so I don't catch it all. Great blog though and I will be checking it out again.
Em25 - My heart goes out to you and your Family. I pray you have the strength to get through the pain. Jackie x
Hello Lamby-Pie
This is my first time as a blogger, so be gentle with me.
I've had any number of strange dreams and I like to think it's a mental gym for the brain where you can work stuff out with your eyes closed and your feet up!
Conclusive proof of sub-conscious thoughts playing their trickery at night is that a few months ago I had to edit a particularly tedious document. I spent 12 hours a day for 3 days running changing font sizes and typographical mistakes. On the middle night I dreamt I was a letter in the middle of a line of text. The other text around me was increasing it's font size and I was being squashed until I fell into a strange word on the line below which didn't like me and spat me out.
But then my dear departed father, who was an eccentric cravat wearing polymath of the highest order once dreamt he was a number in the bottom half of a fraction. The top number kept getting bigger and bigger until the line squashed him flat.
Nature or nurture? Go figure.
See you at 5
x
Em 25 - My thoughts are with you and your family x x
Yes Chris, but what happened to the bike?
Good afternoon Chris and everyone
I'd usually try helping you to define or read your dream Chris, but I feel that you already know what it means. Suffice to say you need to trust your intuition as it will bring you new joy.
Other than that, I've only just had a chance to read the blogs and comments for yesterday, and the depth of feeling around the country is amazing. Too big for just one person like me to contemplate. I've added my tribute to Dr Pauly elsewhere, but so many of you on here deserve tributes and accolades too.
Em 25 and Keith - I have nothing but admiration for you both.
I have to go now and will probably keep the tears in my eyes until later and I can have a good bawl at home.
Lovely lovely things said by lovely lovely people - it's not all war and horror after all.
love
hazel
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Just had a scan through your blog comments - God I'm so bloody boring!!!!
Em25- sending you big hugs.
Music, love and smiles truly cross the barriers. People are basically good.
Keep inspiring us Chris. This blog is rapidly becoming a touchstone in my life and a great thought-provoker.
Love to all fellow bloggees.
Hi Chris,
You were damn right last night. This blog feels like a community, a place of belonging. It's a lovely, compelling, rather eerie feeling.
You were damn right today. 'art love and laughter'. Lennon, The Beatles, Shakespeare, my best friend sending me a tiny teddy bear through the post because the heating had broken in my house on top of everything else.......
All of these things have saved me when I've been low. They do not have to be big. They do not have to be expensive. It doesn't even have to be the first time you've discovered them. They just have to be there.
Long live the things that resonate with our souls...
Love to all
Claire
P.S. Em25, my heart goes out to you.
Hello dear & all you lovely people out there... recently... the last couple of weeks (& I don't usually remember dreaming) I've been having really vivid, strange dreams I don't think they're in colour... I guess I'd remember if they were... with really familiar faces from my past... can't remember all the details in the morning but they make me wake up several times in the night... I get up... & bad I know but I have a fag & go back to bed willing myself to have lovely thoughts & just drift off as I used to... I mentioned my dreaming thing to a friend & he said that in the last couple of weeks a lot of his mates had had wierd dreams & that it was something to do with the changing seasons etc etc.... I don't know about that but here we are & here are you talking about your dream...my son (now 35) freaked out on dope in November 1999... I got a call from a foreign psychiatric ward telling me my son needed to be with me... the man I had been living with for 17 years said that it would be inconvenient to have him home (it was his house)... to cut a long story short I got my son home & with tough mothers love & a brilliant local GP got him through all the nightmares & tears & after about 10 months once again he set off on lifes path... on October 1st 2000 I left the man... (as old as I was) to start all over again... & here I am talking about it & & knowing it's cool & my son is fine & nobody will ever tell me it's inconvenient ever again...I believe in guardian angels (I have one... no doubts whatsoever) & that hell is here on earth you just have to live through it... & that's cool. because at the end of the day it's living that counts...X.
Been lurking on the blog for a while, but have to de-lurk to say: Em @ #3, for some reason I always keep an eye out for your posts, but what a post... Virtual hugs all round me thinks!
DH
P.S. good work Christophe mon ami!
Hi Chris and all the other lovely people who reads this site,
Me again! Sorry.
I had a sudden thought, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow to post it.
How many of you people out there own a teddy bear?
I'm afraid I'm a bit of a collector, but I'm not asking because of that. I'm asking because my friend and I have a philosophy. (Well, actually it's her philosophy; I nicked it.)
Loads of children have a bear. Why? Because they are a symbol of love, friendship and safety. There is a Charity called Good Bears of the World who send bears out to children who have been in traumatic situations. Silly though it sounds, owning a bear actually encourages the children to talk communicate with the outside world again, when before they were to traumatised to even begin to.
So, go on, own up. Do you still have yours? My bear Lennon saw me through some pretty nasty stuff. He is so called because my friend (the one with the phlisophy) bought him for me from a Charity shop, and when she found him he had a tag around his neck with the word 'Imagine' on it.....
Dig your bear out and give him a cuddle. I guarentee it'll make you feel good.
Much love, friendship and happiness to you all,
Claire xx
A dream like that probably means something deep and profound and I certainly am not clever enough to unlock that kind of puzzle. For a simple girl like me and this is not in my professional opinion, I will not be held responsible for any outcome of the following advice, I think, the deep and subconcious meaning of such a surreal dream was.... too much wine and cheese before bed!!
Dear Chris,
What did you have for supper last night? It's obviously playing havoc with your subconscious; hope its nothing to do with Mum's stew. Sometimes it can be hard to get from one state to another because they are instrinsically linked.
Hopefully, the good things will come to those who wait, and learning from mistakes could . enrich the future
So......
Uncle Rod let the cat out of the bag!
Tell all, or I will continue to pester til I get on Woman's Minute.
Good luck!
jb
Thats very deep Chris.dont you have silly dreams in colour like me?
So......Mr Evans
....All in the eyes, allegedly : ) according to Mr Stewart..... : )
Gaby
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Chris - your post of yesterday brought a tear to my eye and I agree - thinking about our own death and the death of others around us is imperative but, believe me, when you lose your mother, you will never, never, never be prepared for it.
Sorry i can't comment on peoples dreams, but i just wanted to share how sweet children are. Especially children of 3 years old.
I am going to take the day off work tomorrow to take my 3 year old daughter to London for the day. She is so excited about going on a train (something that most of us take for granted every day) Her biggest ambition of the day is to ride on a bus that has a picture of Mary poppins on it (posters for the show.. can't afford the show but she doesn't know nor care)
I said to her "what exciting things shall we do tomorrow in London?", without a moments thought she said "jumping!", "Wow" I said "That sounds great, what else shall we do as we have the whole day to do whatever we want?" ....."and some whirling daddy" she answered
I love little kids don't you?
Just wanted to say this is the first time I've done this and have just sent a question to outfox the fox - hopefully!.And to tell the world I went on a date yesterday (monday) for the first time in AGES and am doing it again on Friday !.
Poppet if that was a real dream, you need a great big hug from someone you love....go to it.
Em 25 (3) You are brave, lots of love and luck to you and your family.
Aim for a happy spot somewhere tonight bloggers, go to bed with a smile and a hug from somewhere....even if it is from your pooch or other pet or teddy bear. Yep, Claire (95) I have a bear that has travelled the world with me, have had him since I was 5, over 45 years ago. Wouldn't be without him, lots of security tied up in that little chap!
Luvvies X
Speaking words of wisdom.......
I've been with this blog from the off. Avidly 'tuning in' every day, sometimes chipping in, mostly just seeing what a fantastic cross-section of people, all of whom have that '?' factor, have to say.
I suppose I am just wondering what it is that has drawn us to this forum and allowed us to open up in a way that, ordinarily, we perhaps wouldn't.
Recently, I have flirted with I can only describe as stress. I can't sleep. I imbibe a touch too much. I don't phone people that I love and should make time for. There. Done it. It wasn't that difficult. I haven't said any of that to anyone. Not even my lovely wife.
I suppose I am coming round to thanking everyone that contributes here. It helps me on a daily basis keep a perspective on life and, most of all, makes me smile. And cry. A bit.
Cheers Chris. See you down the gym.
Peace one and all. Let it be.
So Mr E, Did Sir Rodney let the cat out of the bag this evening, is the little twinkle in your eye for T we wonders my precious?
I dont know much about dreams as i can never realy remember my own to analyse them. i had one dream where i was at my then present job at safeway, and this madman came running into the store weilding an axe, he then went through the store and out to the back in the warehouse where one of my work mates was, he then went after him with the axe and sadly did the unfortunate deed.i then woke from this knightmare as this shocked me as the mate i got on well with and and saddend that he was killed in my dream as hes a top chap.
i dont know what it was telling me but it upset me because how could i dream such awful things happening.
anyways, love the tune you started singing, its a song that has a lot of meaning to it, like john lennons imagine.
gord, ive never written so much before or told peeps whom i dont know about my life, but hey im cool with it as you guys seem genuine to me.
rock on guys and gals, peace to all
bring on that ultimate cornish pasty that im waiting to experience, and it has to be crimped on the correct side, have proper chuncks of meat and veg and not include carrot.
oggy oggy oggy oi oi oi
may cornwall forever be my home
cheers
trippy
Hi Chris,
Couldn't fathom the dream...!
I have learnt from experience to choose my battles and not to fight all of them, just the important ones, it's less stressful that way and leaves more time for living life, which is the whole point.
Cheers, Paul S.
hey wallace!
steer clear of the cheeeeese b4 bedtime lol
thoose kind of dreams are the 1s to 4get
dont worry
b happy
Dear All
Just to let you know so far all is well, I have to have more tests to get to the root of the problem but the most terrifying possibility has been ruled out!
A huge heartfelt thanks to all of you for your kind thoughts xx
Tracey-Ann - Hope all goes well for you, I will keep sending positive thoughts to you xx
Chris thanks for your extra post last night, only just go to read it xx I will never feel lonely again, thanks for bringing a great bunch of people together xx
I'm looking forward to catching up on todays show and blogs xx
Take care
Love to all
Mary xx
Sweetest CLP,
You are so real and true and like I have done, bare your sometimes painful -always beautiful-soul to the world. I think you are courageous and are on an amazing journey. I blogged in for the first time yesterday (as Kaz but there are 2 so I'll take Kazza) and couldn't wait to speak to you all 2day. Sometimes your blogs make me lol and at other times weep. I sometimes just want to wrap u up and hug u - I think I have in MY dreams!!! D'ye know what? Even in ur temporary suicide phase (good phrase and succinct) ur loveliness stood out. Night and god bless
Kazza xxx
Hi Mary#110,
I am so relieved to hear your news, hope the root gets found and sorted quickly take care
Cx
Maybe you shouldn't eat cheese before you go to bed ; )
Hey Chris,
In April I emailed you (don't know if you ever got it) remarking on your role as a catalyst for everyday thought. I suggested your daily interventions and exchange with the public were a form of socially engaged art (!) You have now totally proved this with your blog, reaching so many on such an intimate level. Your creativity and resiliance has long been a source of inspiration to me.
Love you xxx
Greetings to fellow collaborators!
matt 105 - it's good to talk! x
iain 102 - have a good day whirling and jumping. I loved your story, i dont want to wish my little mans life away, but i cant wait for us to have those sort of conversations!!
anna x
Wednesday and no blog yet, so maybe I'll be last on Tuesday's instead. Just wanted to send huge hugs to all the people who've shared their bad/sad/worrying/happy news with the rest of us today. This blog is just so wonderful. Like some others who post here, I too have other virtual friends (who have now become real friends as we have met up several times) and they are all the better for having shared our ups and downs and gaining strength from each other.
Thanks Chris for starting us off, and thanks to the rest of you for being so lovely and honest.
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Hi fellow blogees, and lovely Chris, good morning to you all.
What a great community we have here on this wonderful blog, i feel part of something so good, and yet so strange that we will never really "know"each other in the accepted sense. Its as is we all have known each other for ever.
Take care
Gilly
CHRIS THAT WAS HEAVY BUT ITS VERY TRUE TO LIFE
Good morning Chris & world,
How are we this morning?
Hmm... we know who has been at the cheese before bed now don't we?
Have a great day, smile its free!
morning all
I'm having a scan on Friday, and I've been really nervous, but reading all these lovely lovely blogs makes me realise how caring people can be...
anyway, my dog cheered me up this morning - I bought him a rubber fish yesterday which he's de-squeaked already, thought it would keep him out of trouble but no - the pair of them are bouncing off the walls with delight, and he keeps getting it all droolly then putting it on my knee to throw for him.
any ideas to take my mind off the scan? Can't do too much activity though...
cat xxxx
If its poignancy your after then this brought a lump to my throat.
Posted on the Liverpool FC forum about the Hillsborough disaster.
Iāll Just Wipe Away a Tear.. (by John Lemmon)
Thereās the doorbell now
quick
must put those old photoās away
shouldnāt have got them out again
too many things to do todayā¦
I canāt help it though
when I hear the doorbell my mind leaps
as I am looking at those old photoās
my sad old heart still weepsā¦
I am very, very strong now
I am nearly all grown up
I loved it when Jerzy saved that penno
and we lifted that 5th European Cupā¦
Itās my 18th Birthday tomorrow
all my family & friends will be there
Iām going to Anfield to see the red men play
Gonna put some red dye in my hairā¦
Thereāll be Joe & Sam & Kylie
Uncle Bill, Aunty Pat too
With cousins Emily & Lucas & Briney
Itāll be a right royal knees-up type doā¦
Should be quite a day to remember
An extraordinarily special day
Just like the 5th of November
Or 2005, the 25th of Mayā¦
Iāve had many special days in my short life
Lots of highs, lows, ups & downs
17 years of thrills and spills and laughter
some tears, broken bones and a few frownsā¦
So tomorrow Iāll have such a great time
weāll all party right into the night
everyone in my life will be there
my future seems really quite brightā¦
Well not quite everyone will be there
not that anyone else will be aware
of one very special person whoāll be absent
no one else will really careā¦
āCos the photoās are all Iāve got left now
of me dad as he left home that Saturday morn
when he waved, joked & smiled as he went off
with his mates to Sheffield that dawnā¦
Uncle Bill, Joe, Maggie & Tommo
all came back that night battered & bruised
but me dad didnāt come back with the others
some newspapers said heād been abusedā¦
by his own mates and some other red fans
picked their pockets, & started to fight
pi_ssed on the brave hero coppers
what a load of pure unadulterated sh_iteā¦
There were many unsung red fan heroes
on that sad unforgettable day
when they risked their own lives to help others
only for the Sc*m rag to sayā¦
That it was us Scouser supporters had started it
caused the tragedy for those who did not live
weāll never exonerate or excuse your āTRUEā story
you blatantly āLIEDā, so weāll never forgiveā¦
Me mum said dad was a good man
he looked lovely all dressed up in red
with his scarf & his hat & his red shirt
the one Iāve got at the end of me bedā¦
Dad went out that day with his mates to Sheffield
to see his red heroes progress
It was only Notts Forest ā a doddle
The outcomeā¦whoād ever have guessedā¦
So Iāll answer the doorbell and smile now
As I approach my special 18th year
āCos Iām healthy, Iām happy, Iām lucky
Excuse me while I wipe away a tearā¦
Me dad is my unforgettable hero
he loved his red heroes so much more
I canāt remember his wide smile beaming
Heāll be with me tomorrow, for sureā¦
To all those who have loving dear fathers
Just realise how lucky you are
To feel your dadās safe arms around you
You must thank your lucky starsā¦
I must go and answer the door now
Oh no, there goes the telephone
Must wipe away that tear now
96 heroes...
Youāll Never Walk Aloneā¦
Greg
Hiya Cat (#120).
Just wanted to send you loads of positive vibes for Friday (well they worked for Big'Un, they will work for you!!!)
Aren't dogs fab? Our lab always desqueaks everything, but she still always brings a cuddly toy to bed with her.
Taking your mind off Friday? hmm, tough one - I've been there and I know how hard it is, especially if you can't be too active. Maybe stay on-line and blog lots, listen to the radio, read, make something (can you knit or sew?), watch shopping channels (I know, equivalent of being a Heat reader but VERY addictive and soothing!) ... and above all, think very positive and have lots of cuddles with your pooch. The power of positive thinking is amazing, visualise yourself being well.
Much love and luck to you.
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To Cat @120, worried about your scan? Think positive, at least once it's done you'll know! I had a MRI a while ago for back pain. I had worried about tumours and fractures and all sorts. Turned out I had two slipped discs. Made me feel better once I knew, least I could say to people 'see I told you it hurt!' They promptly fixed it and life is all sweet again. I know not everyone is so lucky but better to know and deal with it than not know and worry, worry, worry! Thinking of you! Good Luck!!
Hi Cath (#122) - mmmm, shopping channel - never thought of that...save me from the american sitcom re-runs. Where's my credit card?!
I think my dog Archie has kept me sane these last few weeks, you're quite right about dog love - there's really nothing like it. He's a schnauzer, a bit boisterous, but the absolute love of my life (after husband of course) however naughty he is. He's asleep on the landing now, paws in the air, snoring.
thank you for your vibes, they hit me right in the heart.
I LOVE this blog!
cat
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Hello Chris
First time Iāve visited the blog-some interesting thoughts and comments!
Listen to the show most nights, your regular theme about the approach of the weekend is very valid to the working population-but there are some of us who donāt anymore-work that is!
Listening to Rod last night proves there is still life in some of us old dogs yet-how about a ten minute request spot for the not dead yet brigade(NDYB)-nothing to do with (TOGS)?
My choice for the first spot would be Little Featās āRock and Roll Doctorā or anything by Ry Cooder and David Lindley-never hear them on the radio!
Best wishes to all-John8107
Christophe
How come you've made me want to cry?
And what did Rod mean last night? Very interesting - I hope you elaborate a bit, it did make me chuckle.
Happy Wednesday everyone,
Kathryn x
Hey, where did todays blog go to?? Im sure i read it earlier??
Was i dreaming??
Gilly
Hi Chris,
Lay off the cheese before bedtime :)
Actually I reckon it was Foxy kicking your new bike, because you set her a question that "Out Foxed" her.... she took it rather badly and came to shoot you.
Very profound, Do you remember all your dreams with such clarity. I can only remember bits of the dreams that don't make any sense, not even when i am dreaming them.
Last week i was dreaming about wooden toys and i wanted to make them and i could not find any decent wood and I woke up shouting about the quality of the wood. Very strange.
Show was great yesterday, i love your energy and enthusiasm. I would love to text or phone in but guess what i am driving home at the time. i get home at 7 so you have gone.
Jackie
Hi Chris,
If you are feeling like you have too much and should give it away..... cheers, I'll have a house, youve got loads of em!!
Thanks mate.
Hey Chris and fellow bloggers
#105 - Matt, this place is great, isn't it? It's nice to know if we're a bit anxious about something and don't to involve our nearest and dearest, we have a load of friends here to bounce ideas/emotions off. I'm hooked.
#120 - Cat. How about putting your feet up, reading the papers, drinking tea and eating chocolate? Getting totally immersed in a good book, even one you've read before but love. Good luck for Friday
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Afternoon bloggers,
I am getting to read the blog today and I can see that Christopher was also late. I have yet to read today offering I thought I should catch up with what I have missed first. :-)
Mary #110 I am really chuffed for you :-)) Your ordeal may not be over but that is a good start. Thanks very much for letting us know.
Cat #120. The best of luck for Friday, I will be thinking of you and trying to repay some of the positive thoughts I was sent :-) I have a black lab (Charlie) he is just the best friend and companion (pet) I have ever had. His favourite thing is an old punctured leather football, he will play for hours.
All the best
Keith
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Chris you have got to write a book, there is so much in there that the world deserves to hear. and i am not pandering to your ego; it is just excellent!
I've just emailed Chris on his Friday night show to play Frank Sinatra New York New York. Having just come back from there for a vacation(for my birthday)/ work(trying to get some contracts - though unsuccessful so far). I just loved it + a guy came up to me in a coffee shop and asked me to be in his movie!!
To debbie and her Tree, BlueTits and bizarre Neighbours [24/10]:
If the tree is on your property and does not actually represent a health and safety problem [roots destroying foundations, about to fall on a house etc], I am positive it cannot be cut down without your permission.
Your neighbours can trim back any bits that overhang their garden in order to maintain their pristine patio and thin it out but I don't believe they can order you chop it down just because it blocks their light - worth checking out anyway.
I once lived next door to some people who asked me to chop back my modest Birch tree as it interfered with their satellite reception. I politely suggested they re-position their Dish on the chimney [although I did have another location in mind ..].
Best of luck and hope you get more birds nesting next year - its such a delight isn't it? I've just moved house and am going to put up a Robin and Blue Tit boxes soonly.
Much love
JillyC
Thanks Chris, having a tough time right now - trying to keep my chin up & think differently, this little story helped - I'm sending you good thoughts, karma buddy!
PLease, please, please - everyone at work listens to the show on their way home - better than London Live! Where is the fox the fox song from - we think its Danny Kaye?
I think Chris Evans must be either very stupid or totally unconcerned about what has really happened today with the weather. There must be thousands of people out there on the roads, stranded, wondering when they will be getting home, if at all.
My daughter, aged 13, has been sitting on her school bus on the M6 at the Thelwall Viaduct, since 1.00 pm today (it is now 5.30 pm). They are hungry, and desperate for the loo as you can imagine. They are just wanting to get home.
I want some information from the radio, even radio 2 at times like this and when
Chris Evans played Zipadee Doodah I did not think this was amusing, I am sorry, but I felt very angry indeed. He is an insensitive oaf and this is not the first time he has made me want to switch the radio off (and I am a radio 2 fan usually).
First I want to congratulate you for your inspiring and exceptional
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I think this could be a great addition to your library.
Thanks for the great inspirational shows!
Sue