Now as a rule, I don’t blog about dreams. I mean, what’s the point? They don’t mean anything, they’re not warnings from the spirits, they’re not telling us that we have eaten too much cheese and they certainly aren’t anything that we should pin any importance on. Dreams are just the brain’s way of sweeping up the rubbish that’s swirling around in our heads.
But last night was a bit weird. I had not one, but THREE distinct and memorable dreams during the course of my slumbers.
- So first off, I was the deputy commander on a nuclear submarine. My ‘Captain’ was a very hot looking woman, but unfortunately she was having a fling with a guy on an enemy sub. Every now and again she’d go over to the enemy submarine for ‘peace talks’ and then come back hours later looking dishevelled but happy.
- Then a couple of hours later, I was driving Barack Obama around Derby in his big car and I was guiding him through the back streets and taking short cuts. Before long we had sneaked into the basement of a school where he proceeded to start stealing really big reels of string. After a while I twigged what he was up to and started helping him. He was going to be giving a speech at some award ceremony and I could tell that he was going to use a lot of string as some sort of visual aide.
- Finally, I was stood round the piano with a group of friends which included the Queen. And we were all singing along to David Essex songs and passing a microphone around. I was insisting that the Queen join in. She blushed and joked that I could kiss good-bye to my knighthood but joined in anyway and had a good time.
And the meaning? Well of course it’s all rubbish, but I do wish my brain was this active when I was awake!!