So after initially having the idea whilst in Barcelona in mid April, I hadn’t had a dream that I remembered since.
And so to last night. The dream sleep kicked in and… produced possibly the most boring dream I have ever had.
It revolved round the basement floor of the old C & A building opposite the Jorvick centre in York selling chocolate from the posh chocolate shop in Barcelona. Massive bars of the stuff, like selection box size and bigger, but every one in the shop was opened already.
Then I was back at the flat (in London) and Miss Nicholson had come in late with some people who, she announced, would be stopping at ours for the night.
One of em was Helen, and the other two were a couple who I have never seen in my life. The bloke was really tall, and the woman really little. All of em were very pissed, and giggling at nothing.
And thats it.
Brilliant – I go a month without a dream and the first one I get is about utter utter rubbish. No Britney, no sex, no aliens, no nothing.
Maybe I need to get some more diddy men wallpaper?