There had been a time, quite some time ago now, where I had been having this strange reoccurring dream and it came over a number of weeks. In this dream, I am walking along a fairly large beach, and I am wearing a t-shirt, shorts, sandals, and sunglasses. Nothing strange about that one might think nut we are only getting started.

The sun is shining bright with there being very few if any clouds in the sky and it's a scorcher of a day. The tide is out so there is quite a distance between myself and the sea so I try to get closer to the sea but for some reason or another I can't quite get there.

In these dreams, as they occurred, I would indeed try to make my way to the sea but for some strange reason or other I kept being met with odd obstructions, first one being a lot of people all dressed like the guys in a television advert current for the time. The adverts would be for an information service phone number with that number being '118 50' and generally would feature two odd fellow out jogging and calling out the number.

In my land of slumber, and on a beach, there were many of these odd fellows indeed out jogging passing by me and blocking my way to the sea. So odd, and if these people were not saying 'hello' to me as they pass, then some of them are shouting out '11 8', while others shout out '50'. Very strange this is. If you don't know about whom I am referring too then go check them out. I am sure you find them on YouTube. Just check for 11850 advert.

After these joggers pass me by, I begin to continue to get to the sea though all of a sudden, I find myself standing at a motorway, a big feck off road with trucks, vans, cars and the likes speeding along it. This motorway is on the beach and blocking my way to the sea and it just appeared out of nowhere. This is just pure madness. A few moments pass before traffic calms allowing me to cross this road and I do cross this road only to be blocked once again by these joggers, the same joggers from just a little while before only now running in the opposite direction and as before if they weren't saying hello to me, they were shouting out '11 8' '50'.

It's all so surreal, though aren't most dreams? The joggers finally pass for a second time, but once more I find myself blocked, this time by hundreds and hundreds of cyclists all passing by as if they are in competition with one another. I had to be careful not to be hit by one of these cyclists. When the cyclists have passed me by, I find myself on the wrong side of the motorway but how can that be? I already crossed it.

When I turn to look from where I came, I find that there is no motorway where there had been one just moments earlier. There is just the one motorway with which I now find myself on the wrong side off. I get to cross this dual carriageway once more and then appear to have no further obstruction between myself and the sea, but it is at this stage of the dream where I always wake up.

I'm not a dream analyst but as it is said that dreams are the sub conscious dealing with actual life events so if I attempt to understand this dream in such a manner, then maybe in my life there is somewhere I want to go to or something that I want that I can't quite get to or can't quite have.

This may have been true along the timeline I was having these dreams, but I wouldn't agree with that way of thinking at this moment in time. Yeah, it was quite some time ago when the dreams were recurring. That time had passed, or so I thought. It came back, just last night, hopefully not for a second spell.

Those dreams and last night's reminder ... it could be telling me that we all need obstruction in our lives, something that challenges us, giving us meaning and something to conquer. Then again, I could be just thinking too much into all this though there may be some truth to it but then again, this dream may be totally random and have absolutely nothing to do with anything at all ...

Perhaps I need to call that number ... surely it is not still in use but if it is and if there is something to it relating to me ... nah, definitely thinking too much into all this.