Thanks everyone for all your support against internet idiot. I’m going to move on from that. Sufice to say, it’s not big and it’s not clever to pick on someone who is quite capable of picking on themselves.
I think I got out of the wrong side of bed this morning. I am decidedly out of sorts. I am really angry at a photo that I’m probably taking way out of context but don’t really want to go into at the moment.
So let’s consider something else about me. One thing I am phenomenally good at is sleeping, always have been. If it were an olympic sport, I’d be on the British team for sure. Think of the fame and fortune that would come flying my way! Or not. I dream in technicolour, glorious, swirling, exciting technicolour. My dreams are far more vivid than anything I normally experience day to day. When I was a lot younger, I was convinced for a while that my dreams were what was real and what I lived as my everyday life, was when I was actually asleep. I enjoy dreaming. In dreams I am everything I want to be and more, I live a life of happiness and adventure on an epic scale.
Last nights involved a castle town with movable walls and long sliding tunnels that was under attack and from which I had to escape. I was part of the attacking army who’d been smuggled in and had to retrieve the plans for how to make the walls collapse. I’m also one of those rare people who can go back into a dream at the point it left off if I’m woken up, as long as I don’t wake too much. I can open my eyes, hold a slight conversation and then return to the fray. And that’s what happened today, I didn’t want to leave the world of makebelieve, to get up and face a day of pointless monotony. I wanted to scale the walls, swing from ropes, destroy the place from within but eventually it wasn’t to be. So I’ve done the next best thing and written about it.
Now I’ve started, I’ve forgotten what point I wanted to make with this. There was one, but I doubt it was that important. Draw your own conclusions.