Another Amazing Dream

I had a date with Elvis last night!!! 

The young, handsome 50's Elvis.  I was in my bobby socks and wide skirt with pony tails in my hair and we went to the drive-in movies in his Cadallac with the top down.  I was so excited and I couldn't believe I was with "The King"!

I remember rubbing mosquito repelant on my arms and saying to Elvis "I don't want to get chowed by the mozzies".  He smiled his sexy crooked smile and said to me "But where will I kiss ya now?".  I grinned and winked.  He laughed his irrisistible laugh and I fell in lurrrrve.

Elvis even gave me his jacket to wear later in the evening when I got cold!  What a gentleman.

Another awesome adventure and I woke with a smile on my face.

I could make living from My Dreams...

Yeah, I have weird dreams, epic dreams, dreams were I’m the director of casts of thousands and I call all the shots.


Wishful thinking? Affirmative.

My dreams are extremely vivid and I can remember my dreams most mornings when I wake up. I look forward to going to bed at night so that I can have another weird and wonderful adventure.

In my dreams I can fly, I can ice-skate, I’m a rock-star and can sing my little lungs out. I dance like Ginger Rogers and can woo anyone with my sensual violin playing. One wiggle of my hips and all the women want to be me and all the men want me. I can pretty much do anything my warped little mind concocts in my dreams.

I don’t need to use recreational drugs to be transformed into a wicked world of complex plots that are all shot in full colour, panning the surroundings with wide angled lenses. I simply close my eyes and lay my head on my plump duck-down pillow.

I’ve blogged about this before.

Remember a while ago, I told y’all that my favourite part of the day is when I get into bed at night and I rest my head down and start drifting?  I love those dozy last seconds before you fall into slumber and then my bonus it when I get whipped off on all sorts of thrilling quests - all over the world - and beyond.

Last night, I was a famous Gymnast performing in the Olympics. I was super skinny and ultra fit with dozens of cute figure-hugging sparkly lycra unitards in my tog bag. There was not a dimpled butt cheek in sight. My abs were like a wash-board and my bum shaped like a cute little peach, which a bullet could bounce off of.

I was strutting and prancing around the Olympic stadium knowing that I was going to win. Watching the crowd watch me.  Everyone went silent as I walked past and I knew that my competition had nothing on me. I’d been training for this moment since I could remember. I was a fine tuned machine.

I took to the beam, spinning and leaping through the air like a butterfly, so graceful and strong. The crowd went ape-shit when I finished and I was standing their back arched, hands in the air, so smug and totally satisfied by their wild applause. My attitude reminded me of those popular girls at school we all hated – you know that ones....the pretty girls that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t penetrate their posse. I loved and hated myself at the same time oozing confidence.

Waiting for the results to appear on the score board, I smirked to myself knowing I would get the perfect score and get the Gold. When, the numbers appeared on the score board my mouth hung open in shock. I was stone last!

Did the judges not watch my performance? Did they not know I was the best? Did they not see my cartwheel to a handstand, full turn and then double somersault dismount off the beam? Were they all fekking blind and stupid?

I was livid! I couldn’t contain myself. I started ripping the place apart, flinging chairs, hurling cups at the judges and stormed out of there only to fall down a flight of stairs and literally snap my ankle at the bottom.

So here’s just one of my adventures that I live through every night. Wanna come with me?

By the way. Why do people say cats are clean animals? Aren’t they covered in cat spit?

An Epic Dream

I had a brilliant and vivid dream last night!!! 

I can't remember too many of the many intricate details that I should've written down when I woke up at 4am this morning.  *sigh*.  However, it was a block-buster-of-a-dream. 

You those dreams that you actually wonder how your mind concocted the twists and complex plots withint the plot?  The stuff that makes you realise that we really only do use a few percent of our brain power.

This is how it went:

I was a contestant in a reality TV programme where I had to attend four separate weddings. Each wedding was a different episode.  At each of these weddings, there was a "target" or "mark" i.e  a person was revealed that it was all just a joke (at the end of each episode).  And because they were such good sports, "the mark" was award a few million dollars in order for the producers of the show to air the episode with their permission. 

The strange thing was that during all this, it was always my name that got dragged through the muck and always me that was the bad, weird, freaky one.  The one who pulled dirty tricks with the bridesmaids, slept with the husband on the wedding day, the one who fucked things up for everyone else.  I always seemed to be the villan.

Each episode and wedding, was full of deceit and twists and always ended up the complete opposite to what you expect.

The biggest twist to the tale, was that during all these four episodes and the people who were given large somes of money, they all turned out to be professional actors.   It landed up in the very end that I was THE MARK!!! 

I was then offered $44 million if I agreed them to air the show and to star in the leading role of a full length movie documentary follow up.

It was crazy..and thrilling at the same time.

Gosh, what stories will my mind concoct next?  Perhaps there's something I wish to observe?

Can't wait to go to bed tonight and...

 dream a little dream of me....

Painting :  Morning Dreams by Italian Fine Artist, Pino (Dangelico)