After struggling yesterday I am feeling prolific this morning. The main difference, I think, is quality of sleep, though I may also be spurred into action today by the feeling that I wasted a day yesterday.
I also had a very strange dream last night, relating to buying cheap jeans in India, and attracting the wrath of a local gang boss for not buying his. I do not have a clue what it was about, or why I would want to break the habit of the last 40 years and start wearing jeans again. I have never been to India, have no experience of criminal gangs and, on checking, did not sleep through a programme about India, crime or jeans. It is a mystery.
Clitheroe from the castle
The one from the night before may have a meaning, however. In that one I took part in a cycle race from Mansfield to Nottingham. I was up with the leading group at one time despite the woeful lack of gears and the presence of a wicker shopping basket on my bike.
Next thing I knew, I was lost in the dark and nobody would give me directions to Clitheroe. Those of you who know about such things will doubtless wonder how I got so badly lost that I ended up around 100 miles North-West of where i wanted to be. I don’t know. Students of deep psychological stuff may wonder how my journey veered from being within a few miles of my current home to ending up desperately searching for one of my favourite childhood homes.
Me, I’m wondering why I was a on a bike. I’m not built for either cycling or Lycra. Particularly Lycra.
Now, I suppose, I should grapple with the NHS again, as previously discussed, and see about rebooking that appointment.
Bin raiding squirrel at Clitheroe Castle.
Dream state can be a vast and very strange place. Sometimes feels like one is an antenna for late night TV or radio, the signal getting mixed in with what the mind is already concocting.. 🙂
Some of my most vivid dreams occur when I sleep with the TV on. 🙂 They should be good as many of them owe a lot of their content to award winning writers and expensive production teams. 🙂
Ha! Your dream examination was hilarious. I think we all have dreams that, although riveting, are totally incomprehensible.
Love the squirrel in the trash bin.
Yes, it was one of the highlights of the day. They are a bit like rats with cute tails, but it’s hard to dislike them.
My dreams are often based on things I’ve thought about recently, but put together in a confusing way. It’s a bit like listening to politicians – the words are English but the way they are used make no sense. 🙂
Ugh, politicians. We’re in the thick of it here in the US.
I’m becoming less tolerant as I get older, and am starting to think that we should start a programme for returning to the past and sterilising the parents of certain politicians. It’s early days yet. I may start by suggesting we start on current politicians as a precautionary measure.
I have dreams a bit like that and I often have very detailed encounters in places that I don’t recognise at all. Where these places come from is a mystery. I like the wicker basket. That is a neat touch from the subconscious.
It was something I recall from my youth. 🙂
My red and yellow Triang bike also crept in towards the end of the dream.
Could the Kid have given directions?
Maybe I have lost touch with my inner child . . .