Strange Thoughts of a Strange Man

I dreamt that David’s choir had been given new uniforms for their next concert rather than the black shirts and trousers that they have to buy themselves

The problem was that the new outfit was a cross between a cheerleader’s uniform and the Blue Power Ranger.

Dream-me thought that was very funny.

Labels: dream

For the past week or so, I have been waking up at about 4.45am. That’s roughly about when the sun comes up so I assumed that it was the light that was waking me.

So I bought some blackout curtain liners which have cut out a lot of the light. I’m still waking at 4.45 though.

There might be a noise but I’m not sure. It might just be a habit.

Anyway, I woke at 4.45 this morning and sort of drifted in and out of sleep. My alarm went off at 6.15 and I snoozed it. It went off again at 6.23 and I snoozed it, as normal. I must have. Then I appear to have fallen asleep again as the next alarm went off at 6.31 at the same time as the other alarm on the chest of drawers.

Normally, I use the two snoozes to gradually wake up but this morning I was rudely grabbed from a rather unsettling bad dream to wakefulness. Or, as is normal in these situations, a sort of not-quite-wakefulness that leaves me feeling rather unsettled for most of the morning.

Labels: Alarm, dream

I dreamt I was having a fight with Phil Mitchell from EastEnders. Actually, what I was doing was trying to prevent him from hitting me by pinning him down against a bathroom door with one hand on each of his arms.

With a spare hand (where did that come from? who writes these things?) I grabbed a red biro and started to write "killer" on his forehead but ran out of room, which is amazing as he has plenty of forehead.

I wonder if maybe I have been watching too much EastEnders.

Labels: dream, eastenders, phil mitchell