A dream I remember
On Friday night I was playing some Railroad Tycoon II, a game I received from someone in halls who wanted to play across the network, and I finally completed a scenario that I've been unable to complete in my 3 years in Stirling, a sign perhaps that it is time to move on.
Yesterday me and Kirsty went to see Paris je t'aime at the GFT, its quite good and I'd recommend it to others. Yesterday was also the day that an anti-religious extremism march had been organised by the Muslim Sociecty of Scotland, and it was also the date of the Orange Walk. Only in Glasgow could they hold both on the same day.
When I got home Angela had requested some travel advice, and travel and sectarianism seem to have trickled into my dreams.
I don't normally remember dreams, but last night I dreamt that I was on the run from some group who wished to do me wrong. I went to the airport to try and get a flight out that day, but it seemed that pretty much everything was booked. Just then a woman started yelling "Ian Paisley! Ian Paisley, could a Mr Ian Paisley come and collect his tickets!" So I went to the desk and said I was Ian Paisley, I looked at the tickets in her hand and told her where I was going (China) and saw the euros in her hand so I asked if she had my euros ready, the first woman didn't seem convinced but the other woman at the desk told her to stop wasting time and give the man his tickets.
I then flew first class to Beijing and planned how I would spend Mr Paisley's 8,700 euros upon arrival.
Yesterday me and Kirsty went to see Paris je t'aime at the GFT, its quite good and I'd recommend it to others. Yesterday was also the day that an anti-religious extremism march had been organised by the Muslim Sociecty of Scotland, and it was also the date of the Orange Walk. Only in Glasgow could they hold both on the same day.
When I got home Angela had requested some travel advice, and travel and sectarianism seem to have trickled into my dreams.
I don't normally remember dreams, but last night I dreamt that I was on the run from some group who wished to do me wrong. I went to the airport to try and get a flight out that day, but it seemed that pretty much everything was booked. Just then a woman started yelling "Ian Paisley! Ian Paisley, could a Mr Ian Paisley come and collect his tickets!" So I went to the desk and said I was Ian Paisley, I looked at the tickets in her hand and told her where I was going (China) and saw the euros in her hand so I asked if she had my euros ready, the first woman didn't seem convinced but the other woman at the desk told her to stop wasting time and give the man his tickets.
I then flew first class to Beijing and planned how I would spend Mr Paisley's 8,700 euros upon arrival.