« The Uncertain Past, the Future | Main | How to Make Freckles »
October 03, 2006
Strange Dust
Now I’m not much of a one for documenting dreams, or indeed listening to other people saying ‘Ohhh, I had this crazy dream last night, I was wearing a bandana and there were monkeys in the kitchen, what do you think it means?’
I think it means you shouldn’t bore me with your random meaningless nonsense, that’s what it means.
However, since this is my private diary, and I won’t be causing anyone else’s brain to liquefy and dribble out their ears by writing my own dreams here, here’s the only one I ever wrote down, in the only dream journal I ever attempted to keep:
I’m trapped in a town being overrun by ‘Critters’ (like from the 80s horror movies of the same name). I deal with this by wanting to go to my favourite bar, only to find out it’s closed. Through a case of mistaken identity, I’m taken to another bar where The King (played by Sean Connery) is giving a speech. His black daughter is also there, to whom I am wed. Meanwhile the town is being torn apart by the Critters. My wife tries to lead me home to safety, but I know that I must fight. I say ‘Would you deny me the chance to win myself honour?’ After a moment she nods and makes me promise to return alive. I nod back and go up to the bar for what I suppose will be my last drink. They only have bourbon.
Dream ends.
Obviously this dream could mean any numbers of things.
Maybe I’ll have a drink while I think about it.
Posted by Sam Bowring at October 3, 2006 06:15 PM