I was horrified to dream of a Liverpool defeat in the Champs League final...

fortunately, it Barcelona giving the beating and not Milan - guess that's one for the future?

This is a short blog for whom long blogs annoy.... if you even read this one? :)

strange girls

I keep dreaming of people from my past. Mainly girls. Only I don’t know who they are. Who they were? It’s strange. They seem to be amalgamations of different people. I dreamt of two people last night, maybe it was this morning, I dunno. You have up to 70 dreams a night I think I read somewhere, how many can you remember? Do you remember the last one? Or do you simply remember the best one?

I was on a bike and I was going to a college, I am not sure if I was studying or lecturing there. I decided to go the town centre (Kirkby) for some reason. Anyways, I bumped into a lad I knew (of) years ago, Gary, a mentally handicapped guy who used to ride round on a chopper bike. He gets talking to me and I’m being civil and as polite as I can be but I want to leave, then realise he reminds me of another Gary, another (funnily enough) mentally handicapped guy who worked for me last year. All the time his face is blurring between the two. Like a drunken memory haze. As I’m making my excuses, a woman calls out to me and says she can’t believe it’s me after all these years. She has a parka hood on and is sitting by the taxi rank. She looks exactly like a girl I worked with. Confused, I clearly don’t remember her. She takes her hood off to reveal a weird hairdo, which is nice though, and her face changes. Once again, from time to time her face becomes blurred between two different faces, but I can’t stop thinking how beautiful she is, why can’t I remember her, and why the hell is Gary sitting on my handlebars chatting nonsense about getting girls pregnant? Finally Gary left and I realised I was very late for whatever my appointment was. I picked up my bike (time had elapsed I guess) and the girl was talking with a friend who I definitely recognise from my college days but cannot remember her name (I am terrible with names). As I go to leave, the girl turns and smiles and asks am I leaving already.

I wake up.

Even now, I am not even sure of what she looked like. As if my memory has been wiped. All’s I remember is a smile, dark lipstick, a really nice smile.

I always have these ‘people’ in my dreams. I have no idea why.

The Dark Side Of Oz

I haven't had a dream in a while - but you haven't read in a while...

guess we even