My dreams provide me with the best entertainment. Really. Sometimes I just wake up and laugh. Pretty sure I need to start a dream log cos I keep forgetting the best ones.
My dreams rarely seem to have any relevance to what I think about/do when I’m conscious and therefore leave me totally confounded as to where they actually come from.
2 nights ago, in far off dreamland, I had a bunch of grapes growing out of my head.
I was trying to hide them in my curls while I figured out how to get rid of them. I remember thinking that chopping them off would hurt.
Oh, there was also a satin multi-coloured goats ear growing out of my head as well.
Don’t even ask me about the one with Britney Spears (Britney?? really? where does this come from??)
The creativity of my subconscious astounds me (& makes me think I’m possibly a little crazy). If only I could be so creative when I am awake.