Mind you, most of the dreams I do recall are of the
nonsensical variety. I have no idea where they’ve come from, and I certainly
don’t want them to come true.
For example, there was the one in which I was standing on a
house roof in the pouring rain. Someone shouted at me to come down but I calmly
explained I was testing a new umbrella and the roof was the best place because
the rain was harder up there than on the ground. Crazy! In my waking life I
don’t like heights, so I’d need a much better reason than umbrella testing to
get up on the roof!
In another dream, I had to guide an airplane that was trying
to land in a small, suburban garden. Left a bit, right a bit, mind the rose
bushes … Luckily, I woke up before the plane reached the ground!
But last night, I had the strangest dream of all. I was
sitting in a posh office – lots of wood panelling and shelves of leather-bound
books – and someone gave me a document to sign. It was a book-publishing
contract. I was just about to sign it when the door was flung open and a man
rushed in shouting, ‘Noooo!’ He slammed another document down in front of me
and told me it was a contract for the film rights to my story. Book or film?
Film or book? I had to choose one or the other – but I was still dithering when
I woke up.
I wonder what it meant?
Have you had any good/ weird/ inexplicable dreams lately?
Have you had any good/ weird/ inexplicable dreams lately?
