Have had a couple of very strange dreams the last couple of days, and I mean very strange.
Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, I dreamt that I was watching a TV show or something, because the main character was a woman, and that obviously wouldn't be me, whereby the woman got into some city or other at the railway station, and a couple of blocks walk to the nearest hotel or hostel, not sure which. There are two other friends, one guy, one woman, and the main girl gets recruited by the FBI, although she swans around the office, not doing much of anything.
Then this FBI girl finds out that her friend from the train station is a double agent or something - and the way the FBI head honchos find out is that they have been using the main girl as bait, have bugged her without her knowing. Which is kind of embarrassing due to the fact that she slept with a workmate or superior the night before LOL.
Second dream, from this morning, is the really weird one. I dreamt, and this is going to get Homeland Security reading my blog, that I was prepared to become a suicide bomber. Going to a bar or err strip club at night, the day before I was due to martyr myself, and not quite getting to my hotel room that evening. My friends and family were looking for me, because they had an idea I had gone off the deep end or something - they found me, but I can't remember the conversation I had with them that much, because I was preparing myself.
Rather than excited or nervous or scared or any of those emotions, I think I remember feeling I just wanted it over with, a sense of exhaustion with living or something. The last bit I can remember is putting my socks on, and for some reason there were a million pins in them - like the small ones you find in packet shirts, I was taking them out slowly but the more pins I took out, the more of them appeared. On my big toe, there were so many of them to take out that my toe was soon an unrecognisable bloody mess - putting back on myself what I was likely about to do perhaps?
Or maybe I shouldn't have written down what I have been dreaming, because with anti terrorism laws the way they are, tomorrow night I could be arrested or something - seditious writing perhaps.
My subconscious is becoming stranger by the day. And yes, scarier.
Paul
Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, I dreamt that I was watching a TV show or something, because the main character was a woman, and that obviously wouldn't be me, whereby the woman got into some city or other at the railway station, and a couple of blocks walk to the nearest hotel or hostel, not sure which. There are two other friends, one guy, one woman, and the main girl gets recruited by the FBI, although she swans around the office, not doing much of anything.
Then this FBI girl finds out that her friend from the train station is a double agent or something - and the way the FBI head honchos find out is that they have been using the main girl as bait, have bugged her without her knowing. Which is kind of embarrassing due to the fact that she slept with a workmate or superior the night before LOL.
Second dream, from this morning, is the really weird one. I dreamt, and this is going to get Homeland Security reading my blog, that I was prepared to become a suicide bomber. Going to a bar or err strip club at night, the day before I was due to martyr myself, and not quite getting to my hotel room that evening. My friends and family were looking for me, because they had an idea I had gone off the deep end or something - they found me, but I can't remember the conversation I had with them that much, because I was preparing myself.
Rather than excited or nervous or scared or any of those emotions, I think I remember feeling I just wanted it over with, a sense of exhaustion with living or something. The last bit I can remember is putting my socks on, and for some reason there were a million pins in them - like the small ones you find in packet shirts, I was taking them out slowly but the more pins I took out, the more of them appeared. On my big toe, there were so many of them to take out that my toe was soon an unrecognisable bloody mess - putting back on myself what I was likely about to do perhaps?
Or maybe I shouldn't have written down what I have been dreaming, because with anti terrorism laws the way they are, tomorrow night I could be arrested or something - seditious writing perhaps.
My subconscious is becoming stranger by the day. And yes, scarier.
Paul
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