Dream diary

[smokingboot]

Strange unpleasant dreams. The night before last, I dreamt I had a huge shard of glass in my foot. However much I wiggled it around I couldn't pull it out. Then along cane a nurse and whipped it out quick as a flash, no pain. The glass was oddly shaped, like part of a bottle.

Last night I dreamed I was trying to get somewhere via British Rail, but they couldn't book me a ticket for reasons unexplained. One staff member behaved inappropriately and I was sharp with him. Then all my bags disappeared. A man snarled at me: 'you shouldn't have insulted our friend,' he said. I apologised but it seemed it wasn't enough, they wanted my blood and some other fluid from my body, something white. I watched while my blood filled a jar, but it was peculiar - no injection, nothing intravenous going on. I decided not to give them the jars, but to travel some other way to some other place; Dortmund/ Dusseldorf or Paris. I was in Victorian clobber. In Germany (?) there were small cobbled streets, and a jolly German appeared, Mr Ben like. 'Look at all the rain!' He announced cheerfully and indeed it was pouring. Huge puddles were forming under arches and on the stone steps. It looked as though the water was travelling uphill towards me.

My subconscious needs some hot chocolate...