A reversing truck woke me up and all of the million or so dreams meandering through my strange head drifted off, so many will-o'wisps. I'm left grasping for fragments, here's a couple:
I was in a crowded pub negotiating with Adam Hills to be on the panel, I think for something akin to "Good news week" rather than "Spicks'n'specks" so I was probably talking to the wrong bloke. Next up, most of the blokes in the crowd start stripping off, whilst the women do the same in another room. Confused, I leave my underwear on. Everyone starts to mix it up a bit.
My final image from this segment is of a young lady. In old, unPC days, I'd have used the "d" word, but instead we'll go with the less clear wording and describe her as a "little person". However, in other ways she was quite a big girl. Bashfully, she used one of her breasts to hide her face.
In my last snippet, I'm working in a library that looks nothing like the branch it's claiming to be. That's the least of my worries; the computer system is playing up, I'm trying to deal with difficult customers, demanding things we cannot give, and now I'm in the nude. It's very difficult to be assertive when you are working in the nude. Trying to do a job without clothes makes you feel quite naked (unless you work in porn, I suppose).
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The night before I visited friends in hospital to meet their new addition. I'd never seen a day old bubba before. Face all wrinkly, eyes reluctant to open, an "ooh, you've caught the sun a bit" skin colour. Lovely, nonetheless. Not much conversation.
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your dream is like something out of a David Lynch movie,still better than a reversing truck though
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