stevendoig

I'm still no well, so my dreams are half remembered rubbish...

Non lucid.

In my hoose with the wife. A fat dumpy man came to the door with a big basket. My wife said he must have the wrong house but the stuff was for me. We had it all laid out on the kitchen table (If orget what the stuff was, but it wasnae exciting) Therewas a cover letter which my wife read. It was something along the lines of Thanks to me saying lots of kind words about our holiday company they are now doing really well so heres some stuff to thank us.

In my shop. A couple in for a kilt hire. The phne rang. It was a huge grey cordless thing which I used to have in the shop aboot 15 years ago. It was an auld wifie on the phone. I sat on the floor and she told me that even though she has voted Tory all her life, thanks to me she'll definitely be voting yes in the next Referendum.

A piper blew his pipes at a billboard, the image contained a jogger who leapt out and ran away and was replaced by a lassie who started suffocating.

Something aboot being on a boat going at precisely five knots. The boat was owned by a nasty lady.

I feel a bit better the day so hopefully i'll have more vivid (hopefully lucid) dreams the night!