The dreams are back too
In the first week of my holiday, I noticed a side-effect of my recent work overload. Suddenly, I started having vivid dreams again, which made me realise that they’d had been gone for a while.
While none of them have topped my dream about a colony of underwater helicopters with whale tails instead of rear rotor blades, they’ve still amused me, and I’m glad to have them back again. Here are a couple that I thought might mean something…
Dream 1: I am being flown over to the States for a meeting Doug Bowman. Was suprised to see him hunched over a tiny 10” white iBook. Not quite the fitting with the image I had of him.
Self-diagnosis: I’d like to think that the great and good use a less powerful powerbook than me. (“Hah! Well at least I’ve got 15 inches!”…that sort of thing.)
Dream 2: I’m watching a League of Gentleman style event (Dark and surreal). A man that spends his life dressed only as a white rabbit is driven from his home in a grim English town. His death is faked by the townsfolk, but a month later he returns to find his house turned into a gambling den. Angered, he takes a large shower head from the wall, and drenches everyone in the Great Hall until the house is his again.
Self-diagnosis: I’m worried about people taking over the house, but a job with the Flaming Lips is assured.