Working the weekend
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Meh. Either way, let’s discuss the weird dream I just had.
I dreamt I went swimming with loads of people from work. I dreamt that I was outside Karen’s house, who had mysteriously moved from her current location to one of the houses near Mill House baths. Robbie Williams was there, but he went to Mill House, to get something from the vending machine. Next thing was, I was on a bus, drinking a bottle of milk. And, from there, I somehow ended up in Mill House baths, still with this bottle of milk, doing my best not to get water in it. After failing miserably at this, I drank the milk and left the bottle on the side. Someone saw me drink it, and said “I should have got the lifeguard to kick you out”. Meh, I thought, and carried on attempting to swim. Now, you know those dreams where you can’t run? well, in this dream, I couldn’t swim either.
So, I go down to the deep end, which was only 1.3metres deep for some reason. Now, in this dream, there was also a televised snooker tournament going on in the cafe, which is pretty much above the swimming pool (in real life). There’s a viewing gantry that overlooks the pool,and there was a TV camera with a huge monitor pointing over the pool. Everyone got out of the pool, except me, and I practised my diving on this contraption that catapulted you into the water. I wasn’t really interested in the telly, but Andy F and Alan A were there, trying to get on telly. Then I realised why I couldn’t swim - I had a great big wooly jumper and a shirt on. So, I took it off, then I became self conscious that eveyone from work could see my chest.
But then, the firewall power supply kicked in, on its daily GRIIIIND, and it woke me up. Bah.
I was going to start recording my dreams, just for fun, sort of a dream blog, but normally, by the time I wake up, all I can think about is getting back to sleep again. and by that time, it’s forgotten.
Anyway, work beckons. I’d better go in the bath. I smell.
