Adventures Await...

I've had a recurring dream for the past couple of weeks now, which is odd, since I don't normally dream...

I'm wandering down corridors and corridors, just on going. I'm either with Cherry, Tag, or Red and combinations of the three, and then the corridors start looking like Diagon Ally, and start having shop windows and a glass ceiling letting in more light than shops. It's weird. And then the corridors start widening and start looking a lot like some of the many arcades in the city. Each with a crossroads, and then people start appearing. Hooded, robed, sometimes just norms. I don't know any of them, its like some Inception shit. And most recently, with Cherry and Red, I followed them, and they turned left at one of the crossroads and it led us outside, into the gardens. And I think they were a mix and mash up of gardens from Versailles to St. Fagans. I don't think they mean anything, they're just rather nice to experience.

I'm going to have to cut this blog short again today, because time is, yet again, against me. Tag is coming over in 15 mins, and then we both have our daily commitments to endure before DarkHorse's party in the Valleys. 

It'll be interesting, and I don't know what we'll end up doing. Probably running back to the city, because small towns creepy us out now. I haven't been up there in a year, it'll be nice to see the green mountains again (hills, sorry Cherry). Take me to see some real mountains then. And I'll take you to Tintern Abbey and a load of castles and an island full of puffins.

We've all got our places. And I hope to share mine with you guys (alright, gay).

Carpe diem...

Dreamland Adventures...

Well I just woke up from a lovely, if very peculiar dream...

All was quiet, I was doing housework. The television was on, and the person next door was using a chainsaw...

Now I don't know about this fact because the person next door in reality is an OAP, I suppose she could own and operate a chainsaw.

Either way, turning round I realise that my sitting room is full of my University Flatmates - odd I know. And we must have ordered chinese, because I walked past my friends and into the porch where I saw a purple people carrying vehicle stop abruptly and the two indian versions of bill and ben raced down my driveway and smacked into my glass fronted door....

We used to have a glass fronted door, until I put my steel-toe-capped-boots through one of them - this was an accident. We don't have glass fronted doors anymore.

Moving on, we thought it was going to be a nice round £20, but Bill and Ben had decided £16. Quite pleased, I exchanged the money and they gave me their entire change tin. I doubted there was just £4 change in there so I think I took it. Getting in and dividing up the food we realised that it wasn't all accounted for, or that is Wodge ate HB Sauce's Wonton Noodles - why wontons are in noodles, don't ask me. We called the chinese back, and said that they had missed out one of our dishes, and they delivered promptly...

Now I don't quite know what happens next, but bare with it.

It was now either late at night, or just twilight still, I think the sitting room curtains were shut. And HB and I were talking, and I said something smart and snarky, and she smiled and tried to punch me, but I defended myself with a pillow - at least I thought it was a pillow, it seemed more like a full travel vacuum bag. Anyway, Tag and Cherrybelly were then dressed up in oversized suits, they were either Sherlock Holmes, or the Thompsons from Tin Tin. Cherrybelly had the oversized collar as well. It was an amusing sight, but I saw them climbing a dreamy hill, with trees and a cliff for some reason. And then HB said something about a 'date' and 'friday' but I couldn't understand her. And she pointed to the Olive trees, one at the top of my street, the other right next to me...

Now where I was in comparison to anywhere else, that would have been a terribly inappropriate place to plant an Olive Tree, on some 18th Century Furniture, but there you go, this is dreamland.

And as she pointed to them she said she could change them, and the Olive Tree turned into a Crab Tree. I don't know why. Crab meat is very nice I suppose. The chainsawing began all over again, and the purple people carrier arrived and I woke up.

Now if you know anything about dreams, then you should probably leave a comment down below in the comments bit.

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