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?