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Because of my recent bout of man flu, my lucid and vivid realistic Technicolor dreams have come back with a vengeance.
So here are two that I've had over the past couple of nights!
My first one is about the wife and what she was doing!
You see, the dream I had I was searching for her and how I reacted to the situation I found her in.
So there in my dream I was in a high street full of shops, not the modern malls or markets, just shops, I found her after much searching, you know that feeling when searching for something or someone, it was desperate and anxious, wondering where she was and that horrible sense of dread you may never find her!
She was just going into a charity shop, where apparently as the dream told me that was where she was working or helping out! Well that's a new one as the wife can't work!
She saw me and completely ignored me as if I was a stranger, which hurt!
She carried on sorting through clothes and moving them, I knew, she knew I was watching her! I went to talk to her and she shook her head, I immediately did a turnaround and walked out of the shop.
I was sitting on a conveniently placed bench just across from the shop.
A man came in and kissed her on her cheek, I got angry, but did nothing, something in her manner that I know so well, made me sit and suffer, how I suffered!
She made herself busy at the back of the shop and I lost sight of her. I walked away in anger, how could she do this to me? A stranger could come between us after all this time?
However as it turned out, she appeared next to me and explained everything.
She told me she was undercover working for the police and the man that came in the shop, they were after, was a conman, stealing lots of money from the charity shop.
She had to get back and set him up, for the arrest later.
The next image was this man getting beat up in an old type of police van!
And the wife and me walking home hand in hand!
But you see the wife is disabled and can't lift things and walk around, maybe wishful thinking!
The second dream is about me getting lost and the failure to get out of that situation.
I go to football away games quite regularly and have travelled up and down, west to east, south and north.
Been to most professional grounds in the country, just missing the odd few but done well over a hundred grounds some once, loads twice. Some a lot more!
So you see, I know how to get there and back, and I know what to do when coming away from grounds.
The one in my dreams is one I've visited a few times and there is no way that you can get lost as there is plenty of car parking and helpful local hospitality to put you straight.
However coming out I found myself and a stranger in a park where there was a pond, quite large, and swings and play area. Well, I didn't have a clue, where I was, and where to go to find the car, I was truly lost, so me and the stranger walked around the pond, noticing more and more teenagers gathering around looking at us.
I was getting desperate, then I noticed my back pack was now empty, (I don't have one!) My food was gone, I worried about not eating, as I have to eat every few hours, unless I hypo! So I was getting more desperate and befuddled, I even asked the stranger, what do I have to do!
I looked for my phone that was gone, then my wallet and I was left with nothing to contact anyone.
The teenagers were just sitting there laughing at me.
I started shouting at them, about who had robbed me and how do I get out of the park!
We kept walking, then the stranger disappeared, I was on my own, I slipped into the pond, I got up and walked around the pond, more laughter, more desperate and frantic, more shouting from me. You thieves! I need my food! My phone! My wallet, my card! I was beside myself, my head was splitting, I was crying!
Then I spotted a policeman, I sped up over to him and was just about to plead for help, then he started laughing!
I fell out of bed! I was sweating and my head was definitely splitting.
Sometimes, I hate my dreams!
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