Phew, so the boys in black managed to secure the required piece of shiny loot that the country has been lusting over for the last twenty-four years.
And we only had to sit through seventy-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds (give or take) of vague terror.
However the scary thing I found in all of this was not the mere one point victory, but was what my dream brain did with the Rugby World Cup.
Last night I dreamt that the Rugby World Cup wasn’t just a competition over rugby, it was also a chocolate chippie biscuit competition.
Oh yeah.
My dream didn’t go into the finer details of the competition but in the ticker tape parade it did have Richie McCaw on a truck brandishing the Webb Ellis Trophy. The truck was also hooked up to a trailer that was carrying the GIANT chocolate chippie biscuit that had won the baking competition. I must say, it was a fine looking biscuit.
Should I be very afraid of my brain?
5 comments:
I think cakestuff dreams are about ... gratification.
I think all the muscle (or should I say giant cookie?) must have been getting to you ;)
Thanks for giving it a theory Jo! I just think I'm weird !
Totally !!
Look, you had a dream with Richie McCaw and chocolate in it.
You seem like a perfectly normal, healthy girl to me.
Pleased you agree, Catherine!
Love your logic, Tinman!
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