Dreams

As Gabrielle once sang: Dreams can come true, look at me babe I've got flu (or something like that anyway - I think the piratey eye patch was interfering with her ability to sing coherently.)

Well I can tell you now that if Gabrielle were me she certainly wouldn't want her dreams to come true. Only yesterday a lady in my dream was using a pikelet as a contraceptive cap. This is one of my more unusual dreams however there have been others.

One of my favourite dreams was the one where I was using a tortoise to make footprints in wet cement. Nothing more - nothing less. All I did was push one of these poor creatures feet into wet cement and then lift it out again. I dread to think what this means about me.

One of my regular childhood dreams involved spinning around inside a curtain singing Paw Paw Paw Pee repeatedly - I not only tried this but roped my brother in on it and discovered just how tightly curtains wrap themselves around your head and just how displeased one's grandparents can be when you almost pull down their full length velvet curtains.

I sometimes dream abut my mum but invariably they're not nice dreams and they involve death and suffering which is never a pleasant experience.

Again as a child a recurring dream would be the one with the bubble blowing dragon. The dragon sat in the middle of one of the bedrooms at my grandparent's house blowing big bubbles which would ensnare those who went into the room. Once trapped in the bubble the victim would float toward the ceiling where they would turn into a dragon themselves. In one of these dragon dreams I escaped out of the window onto a balcony only to find a lion out there. Bad luck hey? I then had to go back into the dragon room and downstairs (I floated down the stairs - natch) I entered the drawing room to find all my family staring at me and baring vampire teeth. I think I woke up at that point - probably in terror.

I think there's something the matter with me.