Dreams rubbish

You and I standing at the end of a country platform with three or four others. We have a picnic packed, including a bottle of white wine. You pull the bottle from the basket and ask me to get a corkscrew. I walk up the platform and have to get to the other platform. To do so I must walk through a train, from side to side. It is a troop train, full of damaged soldiers' bodies with missing limbs, wrapped in hessian, lying on straw. I feel sick but plunge through, wondering what detail I should tell you.  We are staying in a hotel, that feels a little like the one we looked at in Nice, with the lift that didn't work. We are desperate for a bath or shower but can't find one. I look around, see a cubicle, but it has only a toilet, not even a basin. As I look at it, you are being told by the receptionist that there are no washing facilities and that if we love each other we won't need to wash. It'll be fun, she says. She shows us where the shower room was, levering up some hardboard so we can peep through to a shower room long boarded up. I wonder if we could crawl through and if the plumbing would work. We decide to beg a shower from another hotel.  We are living in a house in the country.  It is a wreck. The walls are bare lath and plaster. There is no heating, although it is winter. We have several children with us and some adults. I make fires in some rooms. On the top floor I light it in the middle of the floor. On the ground floor is a small coal fire in a big fireplace. My mum is there . I tell her it is a good fire. I return to the top floor to put some rubbish on the fire there but you have swept the fire up and thrown it out of the window, to tidy up. You say best to burn things in the garden. I go downstairs. In the garden you have filled a large brick-lined fireplace with water and are swimming. I join you and say I wish we had thought of this long ago. You look knowing. 

Race carrying empty rubbish bins

Same dream 3 times in the same night, man with a dog walks into my house whilst im putting rubbish out, wake up just as he is about to attack me.

I was going to give a homeless man some change. He was slumped against the wall with a hat on and when I looked at him he appeared to be someone dressed as Michael Jackson. He was staring ahead as if he were dead, which freaked me out so I let out a scream and backed off. There was another one around the corner. I was quite far away now but he jumped to his feet and started running after me. I knew Katie (my housemate) was in the shower so I was screaming like I’ve never screamed before but she never came. I was found the next day at the tip, on top of a pile of rubbish, raped and murdered. Somehow miraculously, I came back to life. I was terrified at this point he would come after me again. I went back to see Katie. She and some others were making parachutes. I asked why she didn’t come when I screamed and she said he wasn’t after her. This meant that the guy was specifically targeting me. We looked it up and realised they were hitmen and someone had paid for them to get me. I was terrified of them coming back and nobody would seem to understand why or offer any sympathy. They did come back but there was a crazy lady that scared them away. My boyfriend asked me why I was so afraid, to which I replied, “I was just raped and murdered by these people!”