Sunday, 26 February 2012


So here's another post that is likely only of interest to my sister.  My sister tells two types of stories.  They are either about poo or about some crazy dream she's had.  I think I've shared enough poo stories for 2012 so I'm going to throw out a dream related post just for her benefit.

A lot of stuff happened to start the dream but it's all very hazy.  The general sequence of events was that Jen's father had a lot of gold and he had found out that I had married Jen just to get my hands on his gold.  It's not clear whether Jen's dad was a leprechaun in this dream or not.  Like I said, that part was hazy.  What was very clear, very, very clear, was that when Jen's dad found out, he threw a blanket over my head and then stabbed me repeatedly in the chest.

Yah, not a very funny dream.  I certainly didn't find it too funny as I shot awake at 3 in the morning, clutching my chest, and violently waving away a small man who wasn't even there.  Jen remained oblivious to my brush with imaginary death.  I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't get my eyes to close.  I lay there for the next two hours and tried desperately to blink.

Any dream interpretations are welcome.  I'm really hoping somebody comes up with something pleasant because otherwise my next meeting with the in-laws is going to be fairly awkward with me wearing a full 1/4" thick steel breast plate.

1 comment:

  1. Seriously, I saw the title and thought, "Oh boy!". I like dreams. And I have to disagree with you on one point: "Yah, not a very funny dream." That's when I was trying to do my best in the office laugh (this laugh has to be held in so that people don't think I'm weird for suddenly bursting into giggle fits). Sorry, no interpretation for you.