I know I'm writing this a day after, but I couldn't remember the dream in the morning and then I had a busy day coming home from uni, and then I still couldn't remember the dream. Well - I can remember one detail. Guess what that was? Rik Mayall. He was in it. Briefly.
So at times like this, I'll dip into one of my past dream diaries and pick an old dream to amuse you all. Since I've left all my past diaries except the one I'm currently writing in at uni, it'll have to be fairly recent. Sooo...
Here's the first thing I ever dreamt at university, 19.9.11.
I dreamt that I was out somewhere with my Nana Jean but I had to go back somewhere else and pick something up. This place sort of turned into home. I was in my room and I could see The Damned rehearsing in my next-door neighbours' front garden. Dave Vanian walked into our garden so I went out to see him. We'd apparently met a couple of times before so we were sort of friends. He knew I was going to uni so he'd bought me a first aid kit, which he thought would be useful, and gave me the contact details for match.com which was more symbolic than anything, because he knew I was in love with him and having a hard time getting over it. He didn't mind though, because I knew and accepted that he was happily married. He asked for my mobile number and gave me his own so we could keep in contact, and arrange to meet up and hang out sometimes. He kept hugging me and kissing me on the top of my head and he was all nice like he was at Newcastle.
At some point in all this, I sadly woke up. When I realised what had gone on I actually said "You're joking?" out loud. Gutted that it was a dream!
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