I tend to think that I just don’t have dreams – but probably more correctly I don’t remember them as others seem to remember theirs.
Last night/this morning was an exception – a night of dozens of dreams fragmented by tossing and turning until eventually it was time to get out of bed.
Stringing them together shows I had a busy evening:
I invited my best friend over so I could meet her new boyfriend – he was not quite what I expected as he morphed into a garden gnome.
I decided that I needed to order hundreds of boxes of copy paper before the price went up.
A long ago friend (that I had neglected to contact on my recent trip home) turned up with a *lot* of her relatives who set about wrecking the garden. (probably looking for the gnome!!).
I was in an old bus parked on a street at night – it was totally dark and there were others in the bus. There was a series of “pops” around us and someone said “I think those are gunshots; I’m going to lie on the floor”… we all hit the deck.
Back home there were children I did not recognise playing with our cheque books on the floor. They were colouring-in the pages and going “outside” the lines all over the carpet. Leonard Cohen was singing “Bird on the Wire” way too loud.
I was looking for important documents in a spam filing cabinet! My head was hurting.
I woke up with a killer headache and a bad attitude!
No, I had not been to a pub last night and over-imbibed …. but it’s about time now to work on that bad attitude.