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athersgeoI think that's what my mind's currently doing, I am that bored.
I had another of my super-special weird dreams, or, more properly, I think I actually had a whole series of them. There was the one that involved me, Daisy Venables, Duncan MacLeod and the end of the world. There was one that involved a car that was also a boat - and I'd been left behind and had to run to catch up and jump in without letting the water in too. There was one that had me at Edgebaston watching cricket completely surrounded by the Warwickshire team and with Nick Knight literally breathing down my neck (OK, no complaints with that one!). There was a short one that involved a telephone call between me and my step-sister in New Zealand (for the record, I don't have a step-sister). And then there was one that involved me going to meet a literary agent to talk about Shadow Games. I was sitting in their office, waiting to speak to the relevant person (feeling all nervous and yet dressed in cuttoffs and a scratty t-shirt!) when the secretary comes up, sits beside me and starts painting her nails by the simple expediant of dipping her finger tip into the nail polish bottle. It was a particularly bright shade of turquois and she was getting it everywhere, particularly all over me and my legs. The meeting finally broke up and the agent came to speak to me but all I could do was babble about the nail polish...
Any dream specialists out there want to take a stab at figuring out what my subconscious has been smoking this time?
I had another of my super-special weird dreams, or, more properly, I think I actually had a whole series of them. There was the one that involved me, Daisy Venables, Duncan MacLeod and the end of the world. There was one that involved a car that was also a boat - and I'd been left behind and had to run to catch up and jump in without letting the water in too. There was one that had me at Edgebaston watching cricket completely surrounded by the Warwickshire team and with Nick Knight literally breathing down my neck (OK, no complaints with that one!). There was a short one that involved a telephone call between me and my step-sister in New Zealand (for the record, I don't have a step-sister). And then there was one that involved me going to meet a literary agent to talk about Shadow Games. I was sitting in their office, waiting to speak to the relevant person (feeling all nervous and yet dressed in cuttoffs and a scratty t-shirt!) when the secretary comes up, sits beside me and starts painting her nails by the simple expediant of dipping her finger tip into the nail polish bottle. It was a particularly bright shade of turquois and she was getting it everywhere, particularly all over me and my legs. The meeting finally broke up and the agent came to speak to me but all I could do was babble about the nail polish...
Any dream specialists out there want to take a stab at figuring out what my subconscious has been smoking this time?
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Date: 2005-03-18 11:36 pm (UTC)The Shadow Games dream would seem to be about anxiety. You dreamed that you were trying to get it accepted, but everything went wrong. (Why turquois nail polish is anyone's guess.)
Or it could be about sex... :)
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Date: 2005-03-18 11:57 pm (UTC)