We’re all just pieces of meat… apparently
Ok, so… those that follow me on twitter will clearly know that my dreams are somewhat, erm, strange at best of times… and last night’s didnt disappoint. So I thought I’d make a “record” of these, in case I ever find myself needing a “clinically insane plea”.
8th June 2011
I am walking home, when I receive a phone-call on my UK number. The person at the other end of the phone tells me that unfortunately I have been unsuccessful in my application to become “a French Assistant” due to a tragic accident…
Upon getting “home” I realise that the accident in question has resulted in someone dying and ending up like a packet of Serrano Ham. Yes, a dead person was in my house, as a cold meat - literally….
Unfortunately, the inevitable happened… I made a sandwich.
I then began to play with my nephew with some toy cars, which he dropped down a flight of stairs, and when we both went to retrieve it, we both felt a very evil presence - so intense that my nephew (who’s 2 years old) turned to be and said - “Why do we always have these bad thoughts when we’re down here”.
Oh, and the weirdness continues… because next up I’m bathing said nephew in a kitchen sink… and the water has some kind of strange “red” substance swirling in it… oh but don’t worry - I was well aware in my dream that said substance was not blood.
Now, there you have it…. Interpret that as you will.
Possible things that could have influenced my head before going to sleep:
- I got into a “discussion” regarding the Human Centipede
- Bedtime reading - “The Psychopath Test - by Jon Ronson”
- I’m on a diet
- I’m applying (and being rejected) for many jobs
- It’s my nephew’s birthday party today