Yeah, I have weird dreams, epic dreams, dreams were I’m the director of casts of thousands and I call all the shots.
Wishful thinking? Affirmative.
My dreams are extremely vivid and I can remember my dreams most mornings when I wake up. I look forward to going to bed at night so that I can have another weird and wonderful adventure.
In my dreams I can fly, I can ice-skate, I’m a rock-star and can sing my little lungs out. I dance like Ginger Rogers and can woo anyone with my sensual violin playing. One wiggle of my hips and all the women want to be me and all the men want me. I can pretty much do anything my warped little mind concocts in my dreams.
I don’t need to use recreational drugs to be transformed into a wicked world of complex plots that are all shot in full colour, panning the surroundings with wide angled lenses. I simply close my eyes and lay my head on my plump duck-down pillow.
I’ve blogged about this before.
Remember a while ago, I told y’all that my favourite part of the day is when I get into bed at night and I rest my head down and start drifting? I love those dozy last seconds before you fall into slumber and then my bonus it when I get whipped off on all sorts of thrilling quests - all over the world - and beyond.
I was livid! I couldn’t contain myself. I started ripping the place apart, flinging chairs, hurling cups at the judges and stormed out of there only to fall down a flight of stairs and literally snap my ankle at the bottom.
So here’s just one of my adventures that I live through every night. Wanna come with me?
By the way. Why do people say cats are clean animals? Aren’t they covered in cat spit?