Thursday, 31 July 2014

Trapped inside

I told a couple of friends this dream and they looked at me like I was mad. They might be right.

I was round at my sister in law's mum's house, with her and my niece and we were getting ready to leave and go to town. I got to the front door, then realised that my knee high, lace up boots had come undone.
I went back to the living room, did them back up, then walked back to the front door. Only to see that they had come undone again.
Sighing, I went back, laced them back up and walked to the front door again.
Then, I saw that the tongue on the right boot had had come loose and was flapping around. So once again, I went back to the living room, sat down and tucked it back in. Double checking that everything was right, I went to the door again.
This time, the tongue on the right boot had grown so it was sitting right under my tummy and was rock hard so I couldn't move properly.
Massively frustrated, I went back to the living room to try and sort it out. But when I got there, everything was normal.

I went back to the front door, only to find myself back in the living room, completely naked.
I started panicking, desperately trying to find my clothes before anyone came in. I was on my knees, frantically searching for my underwear when I woke up.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Diagnosis dinner

There's not much to this particular dream but it was so odd that it had to be on here.

Here goes: Me and my stepmum were having cookery lessons from Dick Van Dyke, in his Diagnosis Murder persona.

That's it. Told you it was odd