This happened a couple of nights back, though the basic form of the dream is one which I experience regularly. I was back in Cambridge, where I went to university for three years from 1994. I was in my rooms in college, or possibly an amalgam of those rooms and my parents' house in Bromley. There is a disturbance downstairs, and looking out the window I see a group of well-dressed young revellers in evening wear, making a lot of noise and lording it up in typical Brideshead/Bullingdon Club style. (For a recent example, click here.) As I look, I am aware of a small contingent coming through the door behind me. Once in one of them begins bossing me imperiously. I submit initially, but quickly start resisting. The leader of the group then grabs me by the neck; thwarting this unwanted psychic intrusion causes me to jerk awake, with a residual pressure on my throat.
These themes- breaking and entering, bad people 'on the threshold'- are a very regular part of my dream-life. Usually the venue is my parents' house, and the amassed crowds represent every kind of minor delinquent or influence that I was dilligently shielded from in my infancy. The 'realm breach' is always successful; and I nearly always wake with feelings of fear, sadness, and a sense of something pending down the pike.
The fact that this dream preceded the above news story (see link) by two or three days is something I find very significant. With unfailing regularity I find myself precognitively anticipating (often very minor) cultural and personal developments, either in my dream life or simply amidst the usual word-soup of daily existence. To demonstrate what I mean, I will attempt to record the process here as and when it happens next.
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