FL: Is that you squeaking?
Me: Wassat? Huh? mumble mumble sleeping...
FL: SQUEAKING, are you SQUEAKING?
Me: NO! I AM SLEEPING! What time is it?
FL: Oh no, ho ho ho, sorry - it's the geese. I heard the geese and I thought it was you! Ha ha ha - now go to sleep! It's only 5 o'clock...
Me: Ughhhhhh...
But this disturbance propelled me into a strange dream, in which I was trying to ride a penny farthing cycle up a steep snowy hill, pulling myself up by grabbing hold of the grit on the walls of the houses I passed.
Halfway up the hill, I met Eunny Jang, who was unpacking a vanload of books into a student house, and wanted me to proof-read her PhD. I told her I was too busy right now but could she keep in touch, please?
And then I met a group of foster-carers from South London, complete with dozens of children, who were showing me photographs and wanted me to read them stories - would I come to the library with them? Sorry - busy right now, but I'll be back later.
Cute Child: Whatya doin' Roo?
Me: STEEKING. I am STEEKING!
And that, my friends, is what you call a life-like dream.
4 comments:
What a hoot! (or should that be honk?) Just don't try steeking, as opposed to squeaking, while asleep. Betty Jean is going to be great!
You are making me nervous now - have you done it yet? Lovely geese pics.
Oh my goodness!! That's mad!! Good luck with the steeking! :)
Fantastic- it is one of those dreams that keeps you slightly confused til lunchtime!
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