Tuesday, 31 August 2010

The perfect shirt

I was in a shop looking for a blue check shirt, sifting though all these nasty ones on one of those rails that spins round.
Then I found it, the perfect - and I mean perfect - shirt. Right material, right colour, right check size, everything. But as soon as I went to grab it, it moved on the rail. I kept trying to grab it and ending up with one of the nasty ones.

So I'm chasing this shirt round the rail getting really frustrated because I'd finally found the perfect one and it wouldn't let me have it.

I really need to find the perfect blue checked shirt now so I can stop dreaming about it.

Saturday, 28 August 2010

I believe I can fly

Last night I dreamed I could fly. This is nothing new for me, it's a recurring theme which possibly reflects my sense of feeling trapped.

What's peculiar though is the way I do it. No graceful zipping through the air like Superman, or flapping of elegant wings like a fairy.

No, I fly by launching myself into the air and keeping myself afloat by doing the breastroke. Yep, you read that right, I use the breastroke to fly. And I have to do it really fast to gain height. Talk about ungainly.

Imagine this in mid air

Friday, 20 August 2010

Runaway wedding

In last night's dream, Bridget Regan was my mate. Wishful thinking I know.
But anyway, we were fairly new friends and as girls do, we were chatting about men. I was telling her all about the great features of some of the men I know when we cam across them, and she was on the lookout for a bit of new romance.

We were hanging out in an old building - who knows why - and I introduced her to my friend P. They clicked immediately, which was nice to start with.
After a couple of hours though I was getting annoyed because they had both deserted me and were holed up in a room talking in whispers and hiding behind sheets. Nothing dirty, just the kind of thing you do when you're a kid and you're really, really close to someone.

The next thing I know, P and Bridget are holding hands and giggling and making their way out of the house. They didn't say a word to anyone, just vanished, after changinf clothes into something a bit smarter.

I was a bit peeved at having been left out and deserted by my two friends so I turned to P's mum and dad, who just sort of magically appeared, and asked if they knew what was going on.

I don't know why I thought they would know since they hadn't spoken to either P or Bridget, but anyway, I asked.

His mum told me, completely nonchalantly, that they had run off to get married. That she could tell by the way they looked.

I was gobsmacked at this, especially since they had only met a couple of hours before but P's parents didn't seem to think it was a big deal at all!

I was even more peeved then, that they would just run off like that without telling me and was feeling a bit stroppy.

And then I woke up. Still feeling stroppy

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Non family gathering

I went to what I thought was a family party and was a bit bemused to see a load of friends from Brid there. I was a little scared at the thought I might actually be related to half of Brid.
We were all camping in a field next door and they had left a tiny space right at the top for me to put my tent up.
I wasn't at all happy about this cos it was too far for me to walk and I kept falling over people's stuff so I went down to sit in the foyer (the family member's house was like a castle).
I was even more bemused when P and J from America walked in! And I know I'm not related to them.
I was a bit startled to say the least and more so when P produced a blender to make milkshakes. Only he used yogurt, whipped cream, chocolate mousse, ice cream and some kind of food colouring to make it.

Maybe I was really hungry last night...