east 17 and coco pops

last night, I came home and slumped down on a big soft chair. my flatmate was watching 'east 17 re-united' on the telly, and I was debating whether or not coco pops would make me feel happy or even more sick. at that point, a coco pops advert came on tv, with the line "coco pops with milk make a bowl full of fun", so I decided to have some.

last night I dreamt that there was another similar band being reunited, only they were all girls (kind of like 'the collective'), and there were 5 of them - one of whom decided not to take part. so I was the honourary band member for the evening, which was great fun. except only 2 of them knew the dance moves, the rest of us were making them up. plus I didn't know the words we were miming to as they played through someone's iPod.

part way through, we all realised it was going belly-up, so decided to make our escape. we ran off the stage to one side, hoping the fans would think it was part of the act and that we would run on again the other side or something... at least, until it was too late for them to catch us. unfortunately though, half way down the stairs we were met by two female fans - one of which had dark hair and was brandishing a car aerial, saying that she paid good money for her ticket, and if we didn't go right back up there and perform...

so we did. *shudders*

dream 9-10 May

last night I got really angry. angrier than I've probably ever been. in a dream. Gareth and I were putting crosses into the ground for graves at the African Village, and I was doing the manual work. Gareth was texting, or something... I asked if I was putting them out nice and orderly-ly, and he said yeah, that's fine. when I'd finished, he said I'd done it wrong, and we had to do it all over again. I was angry, but it was only a dream, not actual Gareth!

I also dreamed I was in Northgate school to do a lesson, so had my 'badge' on. I then eneded up sneaking about with a load of pupils, and climbing on the roof etc, where the skips were. suddenly, although it was during the day, I noticed the searchlight of a helicopter above me, so snuck back inside and climbed down. I made sure as I left to mention casually to the secretary that I'd seen a helicopter, and she made comment that some shifty bloke had been seen clambering about. I forced a surprised expression on my face and said 'oh, really?' as I left...

then I awoke

spiderman dream

last night I dreamt...

that I was spiderman! except I got 'posessed' by venom, but instead of that simply causing me to wear a black spiderman suit, it made me look like a children's cartoon. a bit of a cross between a pokemon, pacman and kirby (the eyes). I was a yellow blob, anyway...

in order to try and 'cure' myself, I headed over to the mansion in which the villain lived. as I made my way there, I saw a golf course. on it, many kirbys were being hit about with golf clubs (like in kirby golf, except they were person-sized). so were other cartoons, including a horse. he didn't look too happy about it...

I don't remember much else, except entering a jacuuzi, where there were little compartments at the side where sugar secretly flowed out and into the water. the dastardly villain! I also remember being there with 2 friends, and not being entirely sure if they were in a right state of mind, or were being controlled in order to lure me into some evil trap.the dream then fizzled out, the end.

jokes and dreams

jokes:

why is there no ibuprofen in the jungle?
because the parrots-eat-em-all

there was a snail, who wanted to buy a car. so he went to his local snail-car-dealership, picked out a nice cheap brown one to match his shell and asked the dealer "do you spray lettering?". "yes" the dealer replied, "we do. what would you like sprayed on the car?" "the letter 's'" replied the snail. "just the letter s, why would you want that?" asked the dealer. "simple" replied the snail, "so that when I speed past people, they'll say 'look at that s-car-go!'"

dreams:

in one dream I had recently, I was living in a slum. it wasn't a terrible slum, just the poor crowded flats in a run-down tower block where polish migrant workers are probably made to live. anyway, living there - there was a cat burglar. I met him at one point, and he told me he was the world's greatest cat burglar. I though that rather defeated the object. anyway, he really got my goat when I found he had been breaking and entering into people's apartments without asking. he even broke into one where there was this tree I was planning to build the best treehouse ever in, and proceeded to wrap it in barbed wire, which he stuffed into a plug and plugged into a socket in the wall. fortunately it didn't actually electrocute anyone, so he got away with it, but I was still mighty peeved. not only did he do that, but he also stole things. not big things, but things that people wouldn't notice, like cable adaptors etc. it wasn't so much that he'd inconvenienced me, just the morals of it all! shocker.

in another dream, I attended mcf (my old church). they were meeting back in a room that looked like mendlesham village hall, but actually was a whole complex and there were rooms elsewhere. I went with a friend and her family, but the main hall was full, so we had to go to the 'overflow room', which consisted of an empty room with a flatscreen telly showing what was going on. fortunately someone I already knew had saved me a seat in the main hall. anyway, there then proceeded to be a big performance in which steve and duncan spoke like they were announcing a wrestlemania contest, and gigantic (fake, fabric) flames raged behind them. there was a sermon, though, in which win fenning stood up in the congregation and preached. from what I remember, it was alright. my friend and her family were scared a bit by the rottweilers/german shepherds in the overflow section though. poor souls.

thus endeth probably the longest post I've written. couldn't be bothered to make two posts out of it, see. 'night!

more dreams

last night, in my dream, I was reading the secret garden (I think)...

I then proceeded to dream that our house (in Wetheringsett) was burning down, and had been set on fire by a tall, skinny man with a white beard. My godson and his mum, as well as all my family and Dave Pepper were in the house at the time.

fortunately we all escaped, and even had time to rescue a few simple things like sofas etc. We didn't rescue the light blue one though, 'cos it wasn't worth it. only Jean from next door came to see how we were doing that night. *sigh*

in another dream, I dreamt that I totally flipped when someone told me the washing up I'd done wasn't good enough. if you were planning to tell me that, feel free to - it was just a dream!



recipe of the day: chocolate spread toasties. taste like pain au chocolat!

more dreams

this was a dream I had aages ago, but had forgotten about...

from this dream, I remember very little. except for one line, in which a character said a long word I didn't understand. I asked them what it meant, to which they replied "it's your dream, and you don't know. so I don't know." weird...

I'm also curious, does anyone else have the recurring dream of being able to breathe underwater..? it usually occurs in my dreams when I'm being chased/pursued, or there seems no way out of a violent situation, so I dive into the water, and hold me breath. it soon becomes evident, however, that I don't need to hold my breath, I can just breathe underwater, and I think "I forgot I could breathe underwater. that's a relief". I wonder what this means...

also, happy birthday neil!

dreams

two dreams I've had lately...

in the first, my pirate friend and I were in rival chinese gangs. we didn't choose to be, it just ended up that way, because we lived in different catchment areas, I guess... it became scary when the two gangs filed past each other on a high-up rope bridge at one stage, although I didn't get wounded. I was even more scared, when cooking a plate of spaghetti for myself, when I was forced by the gang leader/boss into being the chef for the whole gang. part of me wanted to throw my spaghetti in his face and yell "make your own spaghetti!", but I also wanted to live...

in the second (last night), I dreamt I was at a christian conference (or it could have been a church service). Either way, we were sat near the back on blue plastic school-style stacking chairs, and a friend of mine (I can't remember who, but if it was you and you remember being in my dream, do remind me) had invited her friend Britney Spears. I had an awesome chat with Britney Spears, explained how I'd been praying for her, and how I'd been really saddened to hear about the rough time she'd been going through at the moment. I think we really connected.

etymological dreaming

occasionally my best inspiration happens in dreams. last night was almost one of those nights. I dreamt the best joke in the whole world up...

all I remember is it involved 3 wise men, and was the caption to a cartoon I was frantically trying to create from old christmas cards before I forgot it... no such luck

points to whoever jogs my memory in this matter. and what do points mean..?^[1]

I also woke up with the word 'etymology' in my head, but I've forgotten what it means. oh, wait - google says:

study of the sources and development of words;
a history of a word

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