Now I’ll never know!
As if Monday mornings wern’t bad enough; this morning I missed out on some *very* vital information in a dream because time had the audacity to be invented.
I was dreaming that for some reason, I was staying in a big house/hotel type place with a bunch of other people (none of whom were familiar). I was in a reeeeeally big room with a tiny bed in. Fairysnuff you might say to that, but when we re-grouped in the morning (I got the impression that we were doing some training/investigative work together) the man in charge, who was Scottish (for no particular reason) looked at me with a scary look in his eye and began to talk about all the rooms which were on the north side of the house.
There was a surreal moment, because I knew that my room was half on the north side and that I’d had a weird dream during the night (yes, i dreamt that I was having a weird dream. Mind bending stuff, eh?)
So anyway, he turns to me and says: “The reason the rooms on the north side of the house are so strange is because……” BRRRRRIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!
It’s 6.50am and the alarm has rudely crashed through my unconsciousness. Arrrggghh!
I quickly snoozed it (like most mornings) and try to find the Scottish chap again - only to be left with an eary dream silence, and only the tiniest hints of a laugh as it fades out of reach.
Goddamnit.
p.s. On later reflection, in real life, I realised that my room is on the north side of the house. Am going to be pooping myself tonight.
