Dreams

stickywicket

I had a corker last night / this morning.

I was traipsing round an enormous building which was part our old university and part the college where Mr SW used to work. I was trying to (a)find him and (b) find a freezer in which to place the two enormous and unwrapped fish tails which I was carrying. One was salmon and the other I knew was mackerel even though I don't think mackerel is a large fish. Well, mine was.

In all the building I could only find one, small freezer which was (a)almost totally frosted over and (b)full of.....erm.....fish. I tried and shoved to no avail.

Then I bumped into Nigel Farage. Now, in real life, I might have slapped him round the chops with the fish but, in my dream, we had a polite exchange about his very good Euro election results even though I assured him I still didn't like either him or his policies. (Policy.)

This happened twice. Exactly the same both times. Then something touched my face and I woke up to find Mr SW beside me and the radio proclaiming the election results.

Well, at least the fish had gone.

Come on! Spill the dreams

frogmorton

Hahaha! That has to be the best dream I've ever heard Stickywicket

Honestly you had me at the fish tails

If I remember any I will be sure to come back here

Airwave!

Sticky, I suspect a fishy smell going on here, what a load of cods wallop! Ok ok just a dabb at some humour in this plaice.........


Did you get the fish to somewhere cool for storage?

stickywicket

Come on, Airwave! Play us another tuna

No, I think it must have been still in bed with me when I woke up. I have changed the sheets