My kinky futuristic subconscious.
Er, just what *is* at the front right of your head anyway? My 'ed still absolutely throbs and I'm there thinking, 'Ooh, I hope I haven't knocked something terribly important'. The thought's crossed my mind a few times now this week and it just goes to show how much of that A Level Psychology/Biology has stayed with me: i.e not much.
My dreams appear to be back with a vengence, though, so maybe becoming unemployed and bashing your bonce has some effect there or something. Following on from that work related Sci-Fi dream (robots apparently represent your feelings about working life and indicate you're going about life in a mechanical and rigid way, go figure), I then had one about......Dr Who! Started with the good old Tardis sound in a street. Marvellous. Well, except for the fact that Ten didn't seem too excited about the idea of me being the new companion, thought I was a troublemaker apparently. Sheesh. We were in Manchester (London gets a bit samey, y'know, Mr Davies) and naturally it turned out that a race of aliens were coming down via raindrops. For some reason I was working at the Palace theatre with Larreh, and wore a rather funky red and white jacket (dream me is *such* a fashionista).
After *that*, Friday brought a Time Travelling dream that saw me exchanging places with my nine year old self. Worringly, I was still in my 20s but in a playground in school uniform. This returning theme of inappropriate school uniform appears to be going on the list of Things My Subconscious Worries Me About, along with the daddy issues and teacher fetish it clearly has.
And then today I get a murder mystery without a murder set at school for no obvious reason, an old crush continuing to frown at me four years later in a dream, me applauding inappropriately at John Thomson in a theatre, and Robert Bathurst clad in a bright green jacket prancing around in a desert with an empty Boots bag ("Isn't that annoying?" he comes back and asks). I'd like to see my dream dictionary make sense of *that* one.
My dreams appear to be back with a vengence, though, so maybe becoming unemployed and bashing your bonce has some effect there or something. Following on from that work related Sci-Fi dream (robots apparently represent your feelings about working life and indicate you're going about life in a mechanical and rigid way, go figure), I then had one about......Dr Who! Started with the good old Tardis sound in a street. Marvellous. Well, except for the fact that Ten didn't seem too excited about the idea of me being the new companion, thought I was a troublemaker apparently. Sheesh. We were in Manchester (London gets a bit samey, y'know, Mr Davies) and naturally it turned out that a race of aliens were coming down via raindrops. For some reason I was working at the Palace theatre with Larreh, and wore a rather funky red and white jacket (dream me is *such* a fashionista).
After *that*, Friday brought a Time Travelling dream that saw me exchanging places with my nine year old self. Worringly, I was still in my 20s but in a playground in school uniform. This returning theme of inappropriate school uniform appears to be going on the list of Things My Subconscious Worries Me About, along with the daddy issues and teacher fetish it clearly has.
And then today I get a murder mystery without a murder set at school for no obvious reason, an old crush continuing to frown at me four years later in a dream, me applauding inappropriately at John Thomson in a theatre, and Robert Bathurst clad in a bright green jacket prancing around in a desert with an empty Boots bag ("Isn't that annoying?" he comes back and asks). I'd like to see my dream dictionary make sense of *that* one.