Hi, I couldn't think of an appropriate title, so journey seemed the most apt.

Being asleep in my dream as I was in bed with my young baby Caleb and my adult dter came in with a clear bag of things that were mine, toys from a time ago not sure if my childrens when they were young or mine and she made comment on the weird thing in there that I had experimented on some time ago and gave a disgusted look. It was feces shaped into a phallus wrapped in tissue paper.
I did not remember the phallus.
I got a toy out for Caleb and played with one a monkey electronic game, kind of remembered it. Then Kelly went out with her dad, knew he was coming and thought he was taking our grandson Freddie out but they were in the street outside a coach, he was leaving for a trip. My baby Caleb was with me and he had glasses on and I said how he had glasses now but didn’t need them yet and took them off him.
I then got on the coach at the back corner seat, not sure why as I wasn’t going anywhere on it. Once sat I realized I couldn’t get off as the people had filled the aisles and seats. Somehow I managed to get off.
Next I remember is going out in my dressing gown and nightwear very curious to see a bus, not the same coach. I saw it in the next town as it was moving along and I ran after it, I grabbed a bar at the back of it and my legs were flying off the ground as I hung on.
Then I was walking and embarrassed being out in daytime in my nightclothes, people were staring at me. I walked across a busy park area and I had my cat with me. There were a few men dotted about with dogs and balls and they were deliberately throwing the balls into my cats path, I kept grabbing my cat and changing direction off the path to protect him. Then one did it again and this time the dog got my cats leg between its teeth and bit down, I grappled with it and eventually it let go.
I wanted to get off the beaten track where people were and saw what looked like a subway walkway and thought I could cover most of my journey home that way without being seen as I was dressed. There were about 7 flights of steps down into it around the circumference of the round shaped area. I went for one and when I got to the bottom it was a huge area that seemed to lead nowhere and next thing I know I’m getting aboard a bus. I went past the driver and straight upstairs, he saw me but didn’t ask me for fare. It was strange as I did not seem to recognise it as a bus as I boarded, only once on it did I realise it was a bus.
I realised the bus was taking me further away from my home not nearer so decided to get off and then realized I had no money wearing my nightwear. As I went to get off the driver said oh yes I meant to say to you that I noticed you hadn’t paid. I said I was sorry but had no money as I was in nightwear but I had money at home.
I talked of what had happened and how I have a bit of a problem with a type of sleepwalking where I follow things in my dreams that I shouldn’t and that I can’t control it, I said I needed some help from a professional with it as I get into all sorts of fixes. A few passengers were listening as was the driver and his female assistant.
A couple of passengers gave some small change towards my fare, which I thought kind. Still wasn’t enough. Then I put my hand in my pocket again and this time I found money that wasn’t there before, first off a coin which was silver but much thicker than any normal coin of today, I didn’t know what it was but thought it may have been a coin left from my family after they passed. The assistant took it and said she’d check if it was accepted currency and she ran the coin over an electronic device and it was accepted. I felt a bit sad to see it go as it felt sentimental and special.
I looked in my pocket again and pulled out the rest of the money that had appeared and it was notes, one with 50 on it and a few others of smaller value. I held the 50 note up and I didn’t recognize the currency, a man in front of me smiled and said “oh you’ve been to Frome, lucky you!”
I thought the currency must have been French as my parents live in France and thought they must have put the money in my pocket. I said if only I’d have found this money before, I could have just got a cab and avoided all of this and walking about dressed in front of people in my nightwear.
Just before I woke the word Frome was shouted to me several times, so it was the first thing I thought of and it had impact.
I have no known connections to Frome at all currently, nor do my family. I had to look it up to find that it was a place in Somerset, Uk. A pretty town, and has a lot of history.
I’m very curious about this Frome place name. As well as the phallus of feces, I can kind of see the meanings breaking it down but putting them together I’m finding a little hard, am learning and trying but not quite there yet!
Appreciate any input x