Wednesday, 12 March 2014
Firstly I was in a furniture shop in the Lincolnshire seaside town of Skegness. The shop was closed as it was a Sunday during the winter.
I was looking around the store with the owner who told me they wanted to sell the business.
A man entered the shop, despite the closed sign being on and it being in darkness. He ignored us and walked the length of the store, before leaving.
Next I was at work trying to remember the name of someone. I knew who I thinking of but couldn't pronounce their name. With a little help from one of my work colleagues, Lefty, it turned out I was talking about Lech Walesa, former trade unionist and Polish President.
As I made comment to Lechs impressive handlebar moustache, George entered the room and sat down. Everyone stared at him as he looked strikingly different.
Instead of his usual bald head, he was sporting a full head of hair, complete with a ponytail. George carried on as if nothing was different. Lefty and I looked at each other and started smiling.
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
It was a dark night in the city centre and I was walking down the main drag which is full of the usual chain of pubs and clubs. It could have been any city centre.
I could hear a male voice singing but couldn't see where it was coming from. His voice was amazing and people were stopped in their tracks to listen to the singing.
I looked upwards and saw a boy on top of a nightclub. He was standing on the edge with his arms held aloft, belting out a song. When I walked closer I saw it was an old school friend called Mark Harvey.
I haven't seen Mark for over 30 years, he looked as I remembered him except he was a shy boy and would never have sung in public.
Monday, 10 March 2014
I was walking on footpaths with my wife through a town. We kept going through the metal barriers set at angles to prevent cyclists using the paths.
As we past through one, I saw a large coin on the floor. I picked it up and saw that it was an old penny from 1918. I smiled and put it in my pocket.
At the next barrier I again saw a coin on the floor and that was an old half penny which had the date 1930 on it. I put it in my pocket too.
It was then dark and I was waiting for a bus. I was first in the queue and I was waiting for either a 174 or a 175. Both would take me to my destination of Romford in Essex.
As a bus arrived loads of old people queue jumped and filled the bus. I had to squeeze on and sat on the wheel arch. It was a very uncomfortable ride.
The old penny was 31mm in diameter and was minted from 1860 to 1970.
The half penny dated back 700 years and was ended in 1969.
Sunday, 9 March 2014
It was a bright sunny day and I was riding my bike through the countryside.
Only difference was that I was completely naked. I headed towards a town with a light breeze cooling my nakedness.
As I rode into a crowded town centre, no one took any notice of me. I knocked on the door to a shop and a forigen woman opened it and told me it was a Bed and Breakfast.
I decided not to stay there and went back to my bike which I had left next to a group of other cycles.
To my annoyance, the bike was gone and I stood there, naked and lost.
Saturday, 8 March 2014
I had entered a top floor flat of work colleagues, Zip and Scott, who have just got married. Congrats guys.
Zip showed me into the living room which had a balcony overlooking fields below.
Scott was outside trying to adjust the tv aerial. We watched as he swung onto the aerial like he was pole dancing and held his body out horizontally over the edge.
Suddenly from behind the sofa, appeared work supervisor, Goldie. He shouted out, "Stop that, it's against health and safety rules!"
I left the flat and when I reached the ground floor I was in a garage and my car was there. The mechanic asked me to reverse it into a bay.
As I backed in I knocked over a gas cylinder.
From behind a stack of tyres jumped out Goldie again. He wagged his finger at me and shouted, "Health and safety!"
Friday, 7 March 2014
To the tune of, 'Can you feel the force', the 1979 hit from The Real Thing. I was wandering around market stalls in a town centre.
I'd seen an old re run of Top of the Pops the previous night which featured the group with big hair and flares.
I was with my wife, the person I dream of more than any other, we were going to all the food stalls looking for the best sausage sandwich.
Everytime I suggested some, my wife said they weren't good enough.
Finally I reached a stall that I couldn't see clearly as the display table was higher than my head.
I gripped the table and pulled myself up and could just see a few sandwiches in front of my eyes. A sales woman peered over and down at me and said, "What can I get you?"
Taking a leap of faith, I just asked for two sausage sandwiches and hoped that the filling was up to standard.
I unfortunately woke before getting a chance to try them.
Now what shall I have for breakfast?
Thursday, 6 March 2014
I usually make a few notes on an app during the night as prompts about my dreams. Last night I was writing for ages in great detail about my dream and thought to myself that I really should get some sleep.
When I woke this morning, the app was blank, I dreamt that I was writing it! Fortunately I remember the dream as it was somewhat odd.
I was showing a group of strangers around my house. They were there to see my sofas, of which I have three in various rooms. At each sofa I gave a detailed account of the date of purchase, the story behind why I bought it and other amusing facts.
The group lapped it up as I moved them around the house in true tour guide fashion.
Wednesday, 5 March 2014
I was in the luxury mansion of Pop star George Michael. Walking around in wonder at the splendor of his house I was very impressed.
I got to a patio window and as I slided the door open, I saw the back of George sitting at a table outside. He was looking out over rolling countryside with a river at the bottom. It looked idealic.
I walked past George and out onto a small roof top. It wasn't until I glanced back that I saw that it wasn't George but my Dad. Then at my feet was the unmistakable flash of vibraint blue of a Kingfisher.
I waved my hand to call my dad over to see the bird but he just looked at me as if to say, 'I can't leave here'.
The kingfisher sat at my feet, not bothered by my presence. The whole scene was one of calm and peace.
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
With my wife looking on in amazement, I had tied four people to long peices of string. I then sat them onto a surf board and lifted them above my head.
Running at speed with the board held high, I approached the edge of a cliff. As I reached the edge, I launched them off, plummeting them towards the crashing sea below.
Just before they hit the waves, a gush of air lifted the surf board up throwing the four people into the air. Holding the ends of the string attached to them, I then flew them all in a synchronised human kite display.
Swooping and flying through the air, my kites glided on the thermals. My wife was very impressed.
Monday, 3 March 2014
I was chasing a sheep through the streets of my home town. Every time I got close, it gave me the slip. It eventually got its neck caught up on a fence and I went in to grab it.
Just as I took hold of it, the sheep bolted leaving the head behind and it continued running. The head then sprouted legs and started running around.
I was now chasing a headless sheep and a head on legs. I shouted after the head, calling out, "Come here Fuzz Ball". I couldn't catch them.
Lastly my mother in law was driving me around a town I didn't recognise. She was talking to me and I looked up and saw that cars were flashing their headlights and moving out of the way as they drove towards us.
I saw the No Entry signs and that she had driven down a one way street the wrong way.
Sunday, 2 March 2014
Starting off at my Nan's old house, I was sleeping in the spare room, it used to be called the box room. Probably because you couldn't fit much more that that in there.
I got up in the night and checked the other bedrooms to find them empty. I wandered downstairs and found four naked men asleep on the living room floor.
I was next walking around the corridors of my old school in Essex. There were lots of adult men dressed in black roll necked jumpers and leather jackets.
As I walked past them, they all shock my hand and greated me in Russain.
Then Spooner from work was walking along side of me. He told me that everyone was part of the Russian mafia and I had been accepted as one of them.
When I looked at my clothing, I too was dressed in a leather jacket and roll necked jumper.
Saturday, 1 March 2014
I was telling my wife about a man at work who fell off a motorbike and broke his leg. She then left the house to drive into town.
I heard a car horn outside and looked to see an ambulance with the driver beckoning me to go out to her.
I fumbled for my slippers and ran out.
I opened the passenger door of the ambulance to find three female paramedics inside. They told me my wife had broken her leg.
I was confused and said I told her about that before she left. I was worried that she had smashed her new car up but they told me she did it walking.