I’ve always had quite bizarre dreams. Monday night saw two for the price of one – I wonder what Freud would say…?
The first dream I had was that I was Jack Bauer, trying to prevent a bomb going off on a runaway train. I seem to remember getting to the bomb to try to deactivate it, realising it was about to blow up, getting off the train in true “leap and hope you land on something squidgy” fashion, and seeing the train explode. So much for saving the world then!
I then had a dream where I was represnting Scotland in the Eurovision Song Contest. It was being held in a large sports stadium, and I remember being backstage going “Why me? I can’t even sing! Why have they chosen me to represent them at singing?!” and having a right flap and panic. Luckily for all involved, I never actually got to the singing part of the dream, which would have probably seen me singing out loud in my real bed and waking up my housemate, my neighbours, my neighbours cat, people across the street, and any bodies in cemetries within a couple of miles.
And all that without eating cheese before bedtime.