Dreaming of Ren

I have just woken up from a very strange dream (the only kind I ever seem to have) that involved Renegade Evolution and me going on what amounted to a road trip together.

We didn't start off together in the dream, but rather we met up on an aeroplane when we were going places for our own reasons, and we recognised each other from our pictures and blogs on the internet, and decided to team up for the trip, which quickly evolved into a tour of the world.

Early on, there was a moment when Ren spoke Mongolian to me, as we were flying over a part of the world that was, if not Mongolia, then close to it. I knew it was Mongolian because in real life a friend of mine once wrote a translation for comic purposes of a song into Mongolian, and I recognised the words as being the same as one of the Mongolian lyrics (these lyrics ave been floating round my head the last couple of days in real life, so I guess it's not surprising they were in the dream somehow). I'm guessing that Ren knew Mongolian in the dream because there's a weird (and, let's face it, probably racist) connection in my brain between the people of Mongolia and the people of Eastern/South-Eastern Europe where I gather part of Ren's family tree originates. Anyway, the fact that i recognised the Mongolian (even though I didn't know what it meant) was a moment of bonding as we flew on in the aeroplane. Which eventually became a high-speed train as we went on to new destinations (in the dream there was then a map of Asia, which looked bizarrely like a map of South East England, showing our continuing travels).

Because the map was somewhat like the map of SE England, there was also a town analogous to Brighton, England in the dream, and spookily, it also had a beach and a pier just like Brighton's. Ren and I decided to visit this on our tour, and when we got there there was a film festival with a big cinema screen suspended from the pier and lots of people on the beach watching. The films being shown were firstly an art-y sex movie shot in black-and-white, then an old black-and-white comedy short, and finally a French and Saunders spoof of the Marquis de Sade. I seem to recall that F&S did actually do such a spoof in a sitcom series about 18th Century French aristocracy, but this was more a spoof of his writings rather than his reputation/lifestyle, so it wasn't the same film as the real one. Although this compilation ought not have lasted longer than a couple of hours, and we'd arrived early in the morning, somehow by the time the last film ended, it was nightfall, and so Ren and I unrolled our sleeping bags and everyone on the beach did the same, and we all tried to find space to sleep on the beach (this suggests that it wasn't a very tidal region!) and settled down. There were some sexual suggestions going on, but nothing actually happened.

At some point in the night as we tried to sleep on the stony beach, it became an enormous meadow by a German autobahn. In the dream, this seemed perfectly logical - one moment in Asia by the sea, the next in the middle of Europe by a big high speed road. Anyway, I was now able to find a comfortable spot by sleeping slightly closer to the road than anyone else, although someone in the dream kicked me a bit and blamed me for being willing to take stupid risks because "what if there's a high-speed crash". Except that there was nothing to protect anyone else from the consequences of the crash!

In the dream, I woke up at about 9am, but everyone else had already had breakfast and now Ren and I were part of some kind of package holiday tour. Everyone was now heading off on a nature walk around the countryside near the meadow where we'd all slept in our sleeping bags. Ren said to me, "I've been awake for 100 minutes already. Too much time is wasted on sleep." and we set off together, observing with bemusement in the dream the antics of the other, "normal", people we were with.

Then a trampled part of grass started to emit a high-pitched whistle or hiss, and even as Ren and I speculated that it was likely to be a venomous snake or something else dangerous, the "normal" people were bending closer to try to get a better look, which Ren and I thought was a surefire way of getting bitten and dying, if it was a snake. Then the tour guide announced that he believed it was a cane toad (which I'm fairly sure aren't found in Germany, and certainly not commonly enough that a nature guide would immediately assume that a non-visible creature might be one!) and there was a brief lecture about what to do if your dog catches one, because of the poisonous skin of the toad.

Then I woke up out of the dream.

At which point I decided that it was weird enough to record and share with my followers (especially Ren, who appears in the dream) and see if any armchair/internet dream analysts want to have a go at explaining what it means?