Sunday, 20 April 2008
You were going to get a post about my misspent youth, but Bee wanted to know about my dreams, so:
A few nights last week I had dreams. This doesn't happen very often. Whatever the reason, I wish it hadn't happened, as I went through last week in a totally zombified state.
Some people claim that they can interpret dreams. Personally, I think that they're just your brain freewheeling and you shouldn't try to read to much into them. Nevertheless, here are a couple of ones that I wrote down so I wouldn't forget them.
On Tuesday I dreamt about my blog. I had a comment from someone else - it might have been one of the commenter's from Bee's blog. The odd thing was that when I replied I used a different name from the one on his comment. Does that make sense?
On Thursday I dreamt that I was on a train. It was busy and was full of Greeks. There was even Greek music being played over the speakers. Yet it was a British train. I finally found somewhere to stand, then realised that there was actually some kind of fold-up seat there, so sat down. Then the guards came checking the tickets. For some reason there were two of them, a man and a woman. I had a ticket, but couldn't find it.
I ended up emptying all my pockets onto the floor. There was a lot of room on the floor despite the fact that the train was crowded - another one of these weird dream distortions. The guards got bored and went away saying they were going to get a policeman. I still never found that ticket.
It's as if the dream was "To Be Continued", but they never are...