Mr. Sandman... Bring Me a Dream
I have had such vivid dreams night after night, for at least two weeks now. It's taking all my energy and I feel even worse in the morning. It's like I watch an eight hour movie all night long. Very emotional or weird or even aggressive. I woke up crying last week. A. woke up too and started to stroke my hair which was relaxing me and soon I fell asleep again. I can't remember much of it though.
I've been told to ignore these dreams but at times that's really hard. The GP told me that I had to analyse them in order to find their deeper meaning. Some dreams make sense, others don't and are plain weird. It's like I'm stuck in this other world, some fantasy world full with monsters and ghosts from the past. It seems to be part of the disease and treatment but I don't really like it and I hope it will all be gone soon!
I even had dreams that used to repeat themselves in the past when I was a kid. This particular dream actually had an end to it this time, I blew up the dragon that was hiding in several boxes by inserting a stake in his chest. I never saw the whole dragon just the bits that were left in the boxes after blowing him up. There was part of his tail, all covered in scales and something that looked like a fin... I reckon this dream is finally dealt with after all those years.
I could tell you the whole dream but it wouldn't be as vivid as the stuff that I saw in my head, I could never describe the atmosphere that is a major part of this dream or any other I had over the last eight weeks... Kinda like a mixture of Quake I [the game that is], Lord of The Rings, The City of Lost Children, Constantine and The Cell. I hope I won't have to add Hellraiser to this list...
It's getting late so I'd better go and get some sleep. I'll have a busy weekend. Looking forward to it though because it will be a lot of fun too! I'm gonna look gorgeous *grin* bought myself some nice things today but you'll have to wait till the pictures are on here next week. I'll wear the hat this weekend! We're flying to the UK this Friday and stay in some fancy hotel called Horsley Towers [noooooooo, no Fawlty Towers! 
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Enough said, I really need to get some sleep, keep your fingers crossed for me and hope that it won't be another creepy dream this time. Let's think of Neverland or Ice Age... Who knows, I might be on a crusade to Neverland, laughing my ass off while riding on the back of some giant prehistoric creature, who looks ugly but is one of a kind species.
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Some History
East Horsley is listed in the Domesday Survey of 1086 as 'Horslei', meaning 'horses clearing'. It is probable that at one time East and West Horsley formed one settlement but they had become separated well before 1086. The main manor of East Horsley was held by the Archbishop of Canterbury for the benefit of the monks of Christ Church, Canterbury. It is said to have been granted for this purpose in 1036 by one, Thored.
There was probably a chapel here before the Norman Conquest but the present parish church of St Martin has a Norman tower and also various 13th century features. However, much of the church was restored by the Surrey architect, Henry Woodyer, in the late 1860s.
East Horsley was taken by Henry VIII when the priory of Christ Church was dissolved in the late 1530s. The Roman Catholic, Queen Mary, granted it to the re-founded priory at Sheen but, after her death in 1558, it reverted to the Crown. Queen Elizabeth then granted it to John Agmondesham and it remained in the same family until 1701. In 1840 it was bought by the 1st Earl of Lovelace.
Lovelace gradually transformed the village, building many of his characteristic houses, cottages and a school in flint and decorative terracotta brick and tile. His country seat had previously been at nearby Ockham Park but he moved to East Horsley in 1846. The main house here had been rebuilt in the 1820s to designs by Sir Charles Barry, architect of the Houses of Parliament.
Lovelace, who was the son-in-law of the poet, Byron, now set about embellishing his new home with various features, including towers which would not look out of place in Bavaria. 'Horsley Towers' was also provided with a main entrance which the architectural historians, Nairn and Pevsner, described as 'one of the most sensational in England'. From the Neo-Norman entrance lodge the visitor passes under an arch, and then through a long curved tunnel, to emerge at a horseshoe shaped cloister built in polychrome brick. The drive then passes under another arch to halt at the main entrance to the house, beside one of the round towers.
The station at Horsley was opened to the north of the main village in 1885 on the 'New Guildford Line'. It was not long before the village began to change into a popular commuter village which, nevertheless, still retains much character and atmosphere.
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