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Showing posts with label door. Show all posts
Showing posts with label door. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Special offer today only.....a photo!! ;-)


Last night's dream started with me in a bath (again) but there were others in the bathroom with me and we were chatting. 

My sister suddenly realised my dad had money and went tearing out to find him. I put on pyjamas that looked like this... 
...(you're spoilt with a photo today!) and ran after her, to try to persuade her to leave him alone. 

We didn't find Dad, but we were sat with Mam and I suggested that as I was now single (?!) my sister and I could live together. 

Can I just stop a moment to do this.......?


AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!


Thank you.  


If you knew how it went last time we lived together you'd understand.  ;-)

Anyway.....back to the dream.... I had a premonition within the dream, of the house we'd live in. It was gorgeous and all the doors were absolutely, stunningly beautiful stained glass but had no wall above them so the top couple of foot of the entire ground floor was open plan....if you see what I mean? :-/

I also had a premonition, (also known as a certainty), that she wouldn't pay her part of the rent. My whole premonition then got encased in blue glass (?!) and I told my sister and mother I'd buy a house on my own instead. 

At that moment my phone rang. The screen was unusually artistic and decorative; I answered and it was Roy telling me he'd read my blog and thought it was part of a book. 

Although he was ringing me I also knew he was upstairs, so I went looking for him, but when I got there it had turned into the back offices of Cardiff City Hall. 

I bumped into a girl and realised it was a younger version of myself wearing a purple jumper. 

We got chatting and 'she' told me she had 'sticky blood disorder' and had to take thinning drugs or she could die. 

I told her that I knew a girl who'd had that once and that she'd tragically died in her 20s....her name was Dawn. 

As I looked at her again, I realised it wasn't a younger version of me. It was actually Dawn and I was back in time, to the week before she died. 

I explained this and she thanked me, saying I had saved her life. To show her appreciation, she gave me a bra made of miniature angels that could only speak Welsh. 

If I leant right back and thrust my boobs out, they would lift me off the ground singing hymns in Welsh as they did so. 

And that's it.  Um....I must apologise for my subconscious mind's recent obsession with bras!!

Thursday, 14 July 2011

Usual madness with a hint of celebrity...

I was attending a weight watchers meeting and noticed that the person doing the weighing was Bill Oddie.  I was slightly surprised at this but not enough to ask anyone why he was there.  

When it was my turn to be weighed, the carpet started to bubble and wherever he put the scales there was a lump under it so it wouldn't sit flat.  He told me to get on anyway so I did and according to the scales I had lost 11 stone in a week.

He accepted this and wrote it down on my book without comment, but I objected saying that if he just looked at me he could see that I wasn't 11 stone lighter and it was clearly the bumpy carpet distorting the reading.

He wouldn't accept it and insisted I had lost 11 stone in a week.  When I tried to argue, he held his hand up in front of my face and started whistling so he didn't hear me.  I gave up and walked out.

The dream then became one where I was observing things going on without being directly involved.

Hugh Grant was leaving his flat but the door had been broken and it wouldn't lock properly.  He would fiddle with it and slam it shut, give it a gentle push and it appeared to be locked, but a harder push and it burst open.

He was clearly needing to get somewhere and was running late but was worried about leaving the flat too.  In the end he slammed it and ran off hoping for the best.

It was obvious that it was a little while later, when I observed him arriving in a posh office building in London.  I then became aware that I was Denise Welch watching from a walkway on the next floor up.

In the dream I felt really sorry for Hugh Grant and wanted to help so (still as Denise Welch), I headed off to his flat to fix his door.  I had no clothes on (oh for goodness sake... I am even naked when I am someone else!) and only had a blanket to wrap around myself.

I was suddenly at the flat, in fact I was inside it and I found a full pint of beer sitting on the side.  I picked it up to sniff it when someone shouted at me not to touch it as it was evidence.  I looked up to see Columbo in the kitchen snooping about.

He asked me why there was a full pint left and what could possibly have made anyone leave a full pint just sitting there.  I shrugged and he said he thought it might have poison in it.

I shrugged again and he made some notes in a small notebook.

There was a knock at the door and a man (unknown) walked in with a load of electric fans saying that this would help with the door problem.  I remember having a warm feeling at how nice it was that people all wanted to help.  I remembered the broken door and pulled a large cheese grater from inside the blanket that was still wrapped around me.

I used this to sand the door down, then whipped out a keyring with lots of cutlery attached to it.  I somehow used this most expertly and the door was not only fixed but had changed colour from a pinky lilac to deep blue and was now a lot shinier and smarter.

I went in and ran around to chase out anyone that was left inside, before locking the door and sweeping off.  I felt the blanket trailing behind me and felt that it somehow looked good!  This along with the satisfaction of fixing the door made me in a very good mood. 

I think this is reflective of last night's genuine good mood :-D  x