I haven't remembered the last couple of nights. I have sketchy mental images from last night but I can't begin to put them into words. Isn't that really annoying?!
Here. For a treat, I'll tell you the first dream I ever remember having, must've been about six.
I dreamt some "cartoon sherriffs" broke into our house. They were led by Desperate Dan, though back then I didn't know who he was, I'd just seen pictures of him. I had to hide from them quickly, so I made myself really thin and long and stuck to the underside of the bannister. The sherriffs passed me as they went upstairs, but when they came back they found me.
I screamed to my Dad for help. He and my Mum were in their room, testing out a new pink toy pram they'd bought, but they came running and Dad collared Desperate Dan. He threatened to take his boot off if he didn't leave us all alone: apparently this was a huge deal. Dan looked petrified and kept screaming to my Dad not to do it.
I woke up around here, but me and my friends used to finish the dream off in our own ways on our way to school!
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