Audience of One

Dreaming

(This entry is based on actual events.)

Imagine the scene. You’re staying up late chatting to friends, and doze off in your chair with your feet up. The next thing you know, you’re lying in a boat surrounded by mints with a straw hat on your head and cooking tongs sellotaped to your left hand. For some reason, your first conscious thought as you emerge from the misty realms of sleep is a question regarding the location of a compatriot.

Where’s Glynn?

You sit up, and the mints balanced on your face, torso and legs fall to the bottom of the boat. The water lurches around the keel as you realise where exactly you are. You are in the middle of a lake, the waters of which are absolutely calm but murky with a sort of murky coloured murkiness. The shore is not far off, but there aren’t any oars in the boat. The sun is just rising, and was probably what woke you.

Your next conscious thought is with regards to your location, because you were quite happy sitting in your chair, and this new aquatic naval boatish environment is slightly less comfortable. Quite unsettling, in fact.

Again, you wonder what has become of Glynn. The last time you saw him you were talking about football. There was a slight disagreement with him about who scored in a particular game. The memory is hazy.

You suddenly notice the cooking tongs in your hand. Somehow this strikes you as amusing, and you start to chuckle. It is then that you notice that there are mints stuck between your toes. As you automatically reach out to remove them, a spoon falls off your shoulder.

You’re now awake enough to realise the surreality of the situation. You begin to seriously worry about your friends. You start paddling towards the shore. An occasional mint dislodges itself and makes a rattling noise in the boat. You reach the shore, and discover a leprechaun waiting for you. It starts throwing mints at you, and you suddenly wake up.

(Entry inspired by Daniel; writing assisted by Caroline. These events almost happened to Daniel, but the amusing thing was, having woken up, the dream he’d had was incredibly similar to the plan hatched during his slumber. This entry was written at three in the morning – apologies for any lack of internal consistency.)

Matthew @ 19:40, July 29, 2006 to Miscellaneous | Comments (2)