Too drunk to dream

Recently I’ve been posting my dreams on Facebook (what I can remember of them, anyway). These have included dreaming:

  • I was in a pub and there was a drink called Orange Broth which was orange and chocolate and had lumps in it.
  • I had a load of clothes the same and had to take the duplicates back to the shop and I gave my brother a load of sparkly sports bras.
  • I went to live in Australia with Colin (a friend from Manchester) and then we were back in England in a pub with Dunc and Bill and a load of bikers.
  • I had Davina McCall’s and Limahl from Kajagoogoo’s passports.
  • I was in a cafe with Robbie Williams and he put ‘Angels’ on the jukebox and apologised.
  • I was running the London Marathon and it was like an obstacle course with cliffs and scaffolding and walkways with boards missing and I had a break halfway through then forgot to put my Garmin back on.
  • I knitted some tea cosies.
  • I was in an Italian restaurant and my dinner came with a load of bandage/plaster wrappers in it and then they didn’t even get me a beer.
  • there was a field full of cows that looked like poodles and were eating pizza.
  • I bought a pair of high-heeled, thigh-high pair of boots in Soho.
  • that I saw two young girls fall through some metal railings on a concrete staircase and the girls weren’t moving and so I and another girl cut them up and stuffed some fish with them and put them on a market stall and hid the knife by melting some jelly and filling a glass with water and the jelly then putting the knife in it and wrapping the glass in clingfilm then freezing it and hiding it under a chest of drawers and then I was trying to run away from the children’s mother who turned out not to be their mother anyway then I woke up with the Waterloo Road theme tune in my head.

and my friend Rachel said I should write a kind of reverse dream dictionary, where I publish my dreams and people can tell me what they think they mean. So I thought, actually, that’s not a bad idea – I can put them on my blog. But then Rachel said that now she’s said that I’ll probably have dreamer’s block. And she’s right. I haven’t had a dream I can remember since she suggested it. Last night I was too drunk to dream, I think. At least, that’s what I thought when I woke up but I thought ‘too drunk to dream’ is too good a title not to use.

Anyway, who wants to interpret the above dreams for me?


  1. A better title might have been ‘too self-absorbed to be funny’.

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    That’s not as catchy.

  3. Miaow, somebody forget their prozac this morning?

  4. Am loving the London Marathon dream. In my professional quack psychotherapist’s opinion, the obstacles bit represents you seeing either obstacles in the way of you achieving your running goals, not necessarily the marathon, and the taking a break and forgetting to turn your garmin back on represents your anxiety that your achievements will not be recognised. Are you feeling particularly in need of a confidence boost at the moment?

  5. Ha, yes, am thinking I CAN’T DO THIS COURSE ANYMORE (which is silly as I’ve been getting good marks).

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