I know other people's dreams are phenomenally dull, but not that that is going to stop me.
The other night I had a dream that a mate of mine had started going out with a Japanese dwarf with a really big head.
I'm sorry, but where does this shit come from?
It's even more strange when you understand that my friend is about six foot threeish (just think farking tall), funny and deeply cynical. When he left New Zealand to go and live in the States he said on national television (last day as a film critc and the presenter was wishing him the best for his careerin the US), 'If you see a homeless beggar trying to shag a parking meter, please come and give me money.' He said this at 5.30 p.m.
He now lives in the UK and I told him of my dream and he text back, 'As far as I can tell, you've either started free basing crack or are eating far too much cheese before bedtime.'
I don't know, but if this type of dreaming continues I will start to get deeply afraid of going to sleep and I would like to be not held responsible for my dreams. Unless of course they are made up of giant marshmellow flying unicorns, in that case they are mine, all mine .