I recall having a really amusing dream one night. In my dream I had turned into a man. I remember throwing on the first thing I tripped over on my way out of the bedroom and for some reason I didn’t seem to mind that it had a few wrinkles here and there.
I was hungry and didn’t have time to cook anything decent so I proceeded to the kitchen and ate cereal right out of the box, chugging it down with a large swig of milk from the milk bottle in the fridge. Satisfied, I moved on to the living room and slumped across the couch, remote firmly in hand, and engaged in serious concentration as I flicked from one sports channel to the next. Three hours later I was surprised to hear my reminder go off and impatiently checked it to see what exactly it was I was supposed to be doing that could be more important than the football rematch I was watching again for the fourth time. It was a reminder to call someone to fix the leaking roof. I switched it off and thought I would do it myself later, when I wasn’t so busy of course!
I had plans to meet up with the boys for a few drinks so I hurried out to my very expensive looking sports car and sped off into the sunset, driving over the only flower in my garden on my way out.
Unfortunately, that’s as much as I can remember apart from the great wave of relief that swept over me when I woke up and discovered it was just a dream! No offence to the guys but I certainly like my cereal better in a bowl and I would rather call the handy man in and actually get the leaking roof fixed immediately than at some unknown date!
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Posted by Nambeye Katebe 08/03/10