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.
Musings from my conscious and unconscious mind. May leave you shaking your head.
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.
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
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