Dreamed that I was assisting in the refilling of several ATMs (bank cash machines) just now.
For some reason the last one of these also involved de-seeding a much, much larger than usual orange pepper.
In Your Dreams
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How odd … I woke up this morning thinking I must start a thread about dreams … I then did wordle and finally got it first time.
In last nights dream I had an interview with Alex Ferguson and he asked me to become a spy.
About a week ago I had a strange dream.
My brother and I were at my grandparents’ house in Southgate (North London). It was late on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, some form of residential course was also being held at the house at the same time. And who was leading this course? Why, the well-known Clacton-on-Sea MP, Nigel Fartrage. I was NOT happy that Frogface was ruining the Christmas festivities….
I had a vivid night of it, somehow involving attending a very odd Irish rally, somewhere in Digbeth, with pub singers and an old boy who ironed his trousers on a piano, whilst playing like Jerry Lee Lewis. Part Peaky Blinders Mosley style rally atmosphere, partly Irish pub, with dim and distant memories of going to such an event getting on for 25 years ago. Did l? Uncertain as it would not be the first time I have revisited earlier dreams, to the extent of later wondering they had been real.
Woke up after a dream which involved being given a bottle of milk, there was a sign on the wall saying more could be won up to a crate of milk. Got up for my nightly perambulation to the bathroom and noticed a bright light outside.
The milkman was delivering and the van had bright lights attached.
Too much cheese just before bedtime. Will you never learn? Sweet Dreams:
Last night must have been a Matrix-style test if the Borg consciousness – or something, possibly lunar – that so many people have memorable dreams.
I dreamt I was either with my parents and sister or sharing happy recollections with my mum and sister of my dad, when I was told to remember that my dad had died and not to gloss over that fact. Strange dream, but not upsetting.
I don’t normally remember a whole lot but in separate installments I recall wandering around London having lost a youngster I was supposed to be looking after (who’s now a grown up seldom seen acquaintance), finding a large piece of cellophane wrapping in a meal I was eating in a restaurant then having the chef give out to me about it and finally attending a small scale home based birthday celebration for a much younger David Attenborough.
I don’t see the seeds of a bestseller in any of them.
Here’s something I’m finding as I grow older … when I was young I’d go to bed and close my eyes and wake up in the morning. I never recalled falling asleep. But now I start to drift off and start dreaming before I fall asleep. Or is it just me?
It’s the marbles bouncing around, looking for the exit.