Wednesday 17 June 2009

Hearing my dreams

Last night I had the weirdest dream.

Friend Who Knows Big Words and I were fleeing some kidnappers and had to climb down and across a massive cliff overhanging the sea to get away.

I remember feeling the wind in my hair and hearing the rush of the sea below as it surged against the base of the cliff. Rather usefully it seems once again, I wasn’t deaf in my dream so I could hear Friend Who Knows Big Words yelling at me to hurry up as I traversed a particularly tricky bit in front of her.

Such was the clarity of the dream that I was also thinking about climbing techniques, thinking about where to place my feet, how to shift my weight and I even remember being quite impressed at my strength and ability to hang on.

As we neared the bottom of the cliff, I fell and landed in the sea – I remember it being icy cold and seeing the fear on Friend Who Knows Big Words’s face. But I managed to haul myself up onto a ledge and we made our way into a secret room where French Boy was waiting, pacing the room, looking at maps and generally acting a bit stressed out.

After much discussion we finally escaped on a sea plane and that was the end of that.

See what I mean…


I wonder what it means – all this running away, cliff climbing and French Boy acting like a member of the French resistance. Anyone know if all that’s in a dream dictionary anywhere?

What it does mean though, is that I feel absolutely exhausted today. I feel like I spent all night climbing down a cliff face and running away from bad people. I don’t feel like I’ve slept. I also feel extremely hungry…

I must however, keep reminding myself that just because I dreamt that I climbed down a cliff last night, doesn’t mean I burnt off those calories, so I can’t stuff my face with Waitrose New York Cheesecake, however much I might want to.

I think I’ll go for a brisk walk at lunch and then devour some Waitrose New York Cheesecake instead!


Friend-Who -Knows-Big-Words said...

Yeah - I've got more cheesecake for dinner too! It's addictive. And they do sell the whole cake...

SpeakUp Librarian said...

Interesting dream. Good that the falling into the sea part wasn't the end. Cheesecake sounds like a good antidote to a night of active dreaming.

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