This is what I dreamt last night. I think the Beechams Flu Plus, on top of the ticker tablets must be making the dreams even more weird & vivid. I was at a christening party (my baby; but let's gloss over that....) & the IRA had sabotaged it by inserting explosives into all the cats in the area.
Flames, sparks & exploding cat innards all over the gaff. I managed to save the baby though.... but the buffet got wasted.
salla, I don't want to steal your thunder but I dreamt that the loft hatch opened and loads of steam came out, followed by snow, then I was in a department store queueing to pay, looking up at the open loft hatch (I know!) and my large cat, Colin, fell out of the loft hatch and landed on the shoulder of a man queueing next to me.
I said, "oh sorry, that's my cat" and took him off the man's shoulder.
I think we'll both be sectioned before the week's out.
Trust your pussy to have a name.... there were far too many in my dream to give them names, but the majority were ginger or tabby - the worst of the worst.
We could be in the Asylum together - we lunatics could take over...
no peri! Unless you want taking in? My daughter is leaving home soon - I will have a 3-bedroomed house all to myself, and I'm open to the idea of lodgers....!
This is clearly a political dream and one that shows great hope for the future. The baby represents the Stormont Assembly and its Christening a celebration of its existence.
Sinn Fein-IRA are sabotaging it by demanding devolved powers and the DUP leadership are weakened because of the actions of Mrs Iris Robinson. The cats obviously represent her.
The baby is saved. The Stormont Assembly will survive and we all have a peaceful future in front of us.
Now, where's my medication?
Wow, sandy - very impressive. You could have a point - I had been watching News at Ten before I fell asleep...
Are you a dream analyst? If so - did you read my thread the other day about my cockatoo poo dream?