My two most recent dreams

I have the weirdest dreams, Sarah and Natalie love hearing about them the next morning and saying "Are you ok?" - they sound like really deep, meaning full dreams but I just have an active mind, they don't mean anything! Or do they... I'll write this and have to go and freak out about the "meaning of dreams" - cue Freud. 

Dream One.

My most recent dream was two nights ago, when I decided I was going back to Sixth Form, but not to my actually Sixth Form, to my Secondary School (the confessions of an all Girls' Private School... yeah that one). I left there because I needed a fresh start, but apparently I wanted to go back there for Sixth Form. I'd dropped out of Uni, paid to be let back into Sixth Form, four years after I started and I was determined to get better grades than I did at my actual Sixth Form and I was also determined that I was going to Warwick. If no one is "Geeked-up" on Universities Warwick is THE place to go for Business (They require A*AA and at least a B at AS level) so I needed to up my game if I was going to get into Warwick. It was the strangest thing going back to that crazy mad house. I was in Sixth Form with all the people that were in year 9 when I left and there were boys in year 7, very strange. There were school bells and we had to stand when the head teacher came in - a new one, it was a man. Well odd. 

The rest of that dream continued with me bumping into a friend from Uni (a friend that I'm currently at Uni with, who will remain unnamed, I am yet to tell her this though haha). She told me that to pay for her weekly food shops she was (as she put it) "selling her body for money like the women in Stockton do" - yes. Really, that is what I was told, I highly doubt it's true, intact I know its not because she'd charge a FORTUNE. Funny though, dreams are so amazing. 

Dream Two - it gets better. 

I was getting married. End of NIGHTMARE. No really, I, Me, Ruth Hannah Smith the First was getting married (pause for a moment of confusion). I seemed very excited although it was the oddest experience ever. Firstly, we weren't in a Church - big no no. Secondly, my Dad was some kind of giant (he's only about 5'11'') and he was dragging me down this room to the room I was getting married in. The doors opened in this chateau-type place and I saw loads of people sat on chairs with an isle down the middle, but Dad walked me round the edge to meet my "husband-to-be" - well, I, never. He was about 55, 55 stone, grey haired, just no, basically. I was not impressed. I had basically had my marriage arranged for me. So I was forced into the middle with him and I started mouthing to mum "get me out of here" and she kept shaking her head. So I ran. To the toilets. Standard girl. Mum ran after me and said "you need to be careful of where you run out of" - to which I said I'm not getting married to him. Then I woke up in cold sweats.

Weirdest dream OF MY LIFE. I had to text my mother it was that awful. 

Ok, maybe that one sounded a bit distressing but still quite funny, but not as funny an ending as the first. 

Nevertheless, I may start posting my dreams more, they amuse me somewhat.

Sweet dreams 

RHS x 

zzzzzzz

The Week #3

I really do not know where the weeks are going. This week sees my 5th lectures, my 2nd seminars and my 1st session back at Athletics (wish me luck). But back to this week, it was a chilled one with Rachel's birthday on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off, a night out on Wednesday and the arrival of my mother and grandma on Friday for the weekend in Durham. Ok its been quite a busy one. 

RACHEL SINCLAIR'S birthday meal  Here we are in 'Spoons after a yummy Chinese all you can eat (table service - a new way to do it) in Stockton, before a couple too many glasses of vino and missing MIC but so so worth it! Happy 20th hun!x 

Monday morning 5k run - I sometimes consider my sanity when I run this far (Especially as I'm still not 100% recovered) on a treadmill and in the time I did (happy girl). I did this run before 4 hours of lectures and Rachel's meal so I hit the bed hard that night (waking up to a day of on Tuesday made the tiredness worth it)

Durham Cathedral is ridiculously beautiful - It makes me want to become a nun and live there forever. This picture was taken in the Cloisters on Saturday - where parts of Harry Potter were filmed (I know you're impressed, myself and Daniel Radcliffe have shared the same paving - slight palpitations) 

GADDS TOWN HOUSE - DURHAM This is a five star hotel in Durham city where we ate on Saturday night, the food was incredible - shown by the roast cod with mussels, samphire and potato purée in the middle picture - delicious. We go to this restaurant every time I go to Durham with my parents and it never fails to impress. The interior is dark and purple (as you can tell by the photo) and there is about 10 tables in the restaurant, the service is great and the food is flawless. I highly recommend it. 

Me and mummy  at the Marriott Royal County Hotel - in our own private corridor (haha) - no really, it was about 3 times the length of this. We spent about half an hour taking photos in this corridor - some FAR too embarrassing to upload. 

This is me about to get fat - biscuits and sweets and chocolate are always good to have, especially when you are given them as a gift (thanks GMa). They are useful for many reasons, for example when you have to start your John Lewis internship application again because you missed the deadline for completing the tests (its happened to us all hun, hope your kitkat is nice x).

I look like a right jersey royal potato in this photo it was Hallowe'en eve, Durham, Loveshack (meh) and the night to dress up like you'd died and came back to life and unfortunately ran through a pool full of blood in the meantime and slapped yourself in your eyes with a Winnie the Pooh bear - who also went through hell and back, OR a dead cowboy, whatever. It was an average night, fuelled by a pitcher from Lloys and a 45 minute taxi ride home and what night would not be complete without an early lecture the next morning? - so far no nights out organised for this week... we'll see how long that lasts. 

Have a creative week! 

RHS x

p.s. Sope Peters (A Durham University student) has gone missing and hasn't been seen since Tuesday night - please keep your eyes open for any information - see here for more info and a picture. Ta x