iDream...
Fluffy white clouds give way to green grass and sheep-shaped clouds. The Giggler guffaws at a statement being made by the girl from Mainland China (not the one i have a crush on, the other one), and I can't help but smile as well. The ChinaGirl transforms into my Research Professor, who chases me around my old school desks with sheafs of unmarked questionnaires... and then i'm back in the meadow with the lazy sheep who look at me with a rather quizzical expression on their silly faces, lying flat on my back, blank sheets of A4 paper clutched to my chest...
I blink, and i'm in red sneakers-boots that lace up to my knees, and a formal skirt-suit thing, making a presentation on Crisis Comms to a room full of severe-looking people, who don't seem to be buying what i'm saying. I'm interrupted by a Skanky-looking woman singing Womanizer, and by the end of that song-and-dance, I've been scored the highest in class, and they've bought my Crisis strategy!
I pose, for a picture, and the flashbulbs blind me, fix me to the spot, coz my eyes can't see where i'm supposed to be going and i'm afraid I'll fall off my super-scary high heels and be on the front page of every tabloid in the world, or worse, on youtube, like Scarlet who took a tumble!
I can't seem to breathe. I wake, gasping. My pillow has wrapped itself around my face, like a cat that decides that your head is the best place to park himself for the night.
I panic! I relax, its not true!
I panic! submissions are due!
I dream, (like i was telling The Sailor other day), when the elusive Sandman does not visit.
(Ah! my mind is a fertile bed that seems to sprout snippets of profound madness only when extreme emotions take over.)