I awoke this morning fresh from a rather odd dream. As is usual with the things the memories are fading so the majoriy now survives as bullet points but i thought I'd post them for your perusal.
Me and my father went driving along the road towards the Kingsway in Dundee and came across the abandoned Meridian studios. Naturally, I pointed out this was where the Crystal Maze was filmed and we asked the man at the gate to have a look, we were told to be careful but we could.
So after looking in several empty barns for it without success we came into one studio that seemed to house a tomorrows world style set, however underneath this was a shop where a strange frenchman kept trying to sell us tacky poundshop style lights.
I then (along now) entered a room that was identical to my old bedroom and found another man - resembling Chevy Chase in Caddyshack (which I watched the other day, so that explains that) and a lady with specs whom he had just had sex with. She was berating him for not having a headboard because when you don't have a headboard, your walls sweat.
Then a load of angry people came in to the room and started shouting at Chevy Chase for using the wooden full of the Titanic as his desk. It contained the souls of their dead relatives they claimed and they wanted it to be buried. He wasn't having any of it and started throwing pens at them.
Then I woke up.
Dream a little dream of me
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Gavin Scott
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That tops my odd dream of last week.
Had a strange flat rectangular shaped bump under my skin, and it worked its way out (in an icky John Hurt alien way - but with less gore) and it turned out to be a mobile phone. Like an iPhone, but a cheaper brand.
Woke up feeling quite disturbed.
Had a strange flat rectangular shaped bump under my skin, and it worked its way out (in an icky John Hurt alien way - but with less gore) and it turned out to be a mobile phone. Like an iPhone, but a cheaper brand.
Woke up feeling quite disturbed.
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Ronnie Rowlands
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I have a recurring dream. I keep dreaming that I'm standing alone in the middle of the cul-de-sac I live in, but the Horizon is obscured by a small mountain where people are playing golf (there is a large golf course near my house).
It's always daytime and I'm transfixed on the golfers. After a moment there is a large rumbling and everything becomes blurred, but I can make out a small plane nose diving frighteningly near to the street. The plane vanishes behind the mountain and there is a loud explosion, but I feel reassured and safe that it didn't hit me.
After a quiet moment that turns out to be a proverbial eye of the storm, the plane suddenly shoots up from behind the mountain engulfed in flames, (like in the action films when you think the hero has crashed his plane in the hills, only to suddenly emerge, cue heroic music). It reaches a certain height, and although I can't see it, I know that it's heading right down to the spot where I'm standing.
At this point I turn around and run towards my neighbour Tony's house and manage to clamber over the gate leading to his back yard, only to land on the floor in a heap. There's shaking and explosions but I always wake up before I'm able to look up and see what's happened.
Always wake up scared.
On a lighter note, I once dreamt that Robert Llewellyn met me outside ASDA and walked home with me.
It's always daytime and I'm transfixed on the golfers. After a moment there is a large rumbling and everything becomes blurred, but I can make out a small plane nose diving frighteningly near to the street. The plane vanishes behind the mountain and there is a loud explosion, but I feel reassured and safe that it didn't hit me.
After a quiet moment that turns out to be a proverbial eye of the storm, the plane suddenly shoots up from behind the mountain engulfed in flames, (like in the action films when you think the hero has crashed his plane in the hills, only to suddenly emerge, cue heroic music). It reaches a certain height, and although I can't see it, I know that it's heading right down to the spot where I'm standing.
At this point I turn around and run towards my neighbour Tony's house and manage to clamber over the gate leading to his back yard, only to land on the floor in a heap. There's shaking and explosions but I always wake up before I'm able to look up and see what's happened.
Always wake up scared.
On a lighter note, I once dreamt that Robert Llewellyn met me outside ASDA and walked home with me.
Ronnie is victorious, vivacious in victory like a venomous dog. Vile Republicans cease living while the religious retort with rueful rhetoric. These rank thugs resort to violence and swear revenge.
But Ronnie can punch through steel so they lose anyway.
But Ronnie can punch through steel so they lose anyway.
I had two dreams the other night - one where I couldn't get to work no matter how I tried as all transport links kept closing every time I tried to take an alternative route.
The other saw my significant other die.
Nice.
The other saw my significant other die.
Nice.Good Lord!
