Some point today I had a rather lovely dream, not unlike Abba. Went out to the old haunt to see the tennis and was there all night as well watching a local band. Absolutely brilliant time. Basically I haven't got out of my pit today as I weather the sweats and fears. In this dream I was transported back to Aberdeen in the 70's but as a 48 year old, time travel effectively. I was there with my brother and it was quite emotional reliving one's childhood as an adult. It was fascinating finding people as they were back then but myself as a mature adult. Much better than my usual dreams which are more often than not offshore or onshore disasters, explosions, torture. I've even died in a couple of my dreams, dunno how that works. But then none of us know anything at all in reality. Well done Andy, you were magnificent.
You may have a point, my arse is a wee bit delicate. My dreams are ****in worrying as ****. I could count on the hand of Gambols four digits how many nice ones I have had in my life.
I very rarely remember mine. But when I do, they are usually vaguely troubling and leave me with an uneasy feeling for the rest of the day
It's quite scary some of my dreams. Last night's one was just plain bloody weird. Mind you I did have the sweats and paranoia after Sunday watching the tennis and seeing a band back at the old stomping ground. Much better today.
I have a recurring theme in lots of dreams whereby something (monsters, police, British Army) are chasing after me and I'm trying to escape. Who wants to go all Freud and psychoanalyze what is wrong with me? I reckon it is either Penis envy or a secret desire to have sex with my mother.
ER's ****ty jokes he stole off Medro. You know you have no imagination when you resort to nicking Medro's patter.
I said "Cecil" once. Medro must have his hand up your ****ter and working you like a puppet you steal his ****e so much
I have a recurring dream where my ex-wife turns up just to tell me to **** off again. Whit's that aw aboot?
