Dreams

A friend of mine asked why I've not posted on here for a while so I thought I would.

I want to tell you about a dream I had last night, now don’t worry, its not rude or anything, just maybe an insight into how my mind is acting at the moment after 17 months unemployed. (Can you believe it...)

Anyway, when I dream it tends to be a long dream, not disjointed or broken by random elephants or just cut into by other dreams. This can often lead to another story for me to work on, but not last night.

Last night started with me being late for work, so I called a friend to give me a lift and turn up he did, though because his car had been playing up recently he'd used his pirate ship instead. A sleek black beast it was, with billowing sales and a hopeful fine turn of speed. So on it I jump and away we go.

I must point out that at this point in my dream I didn’t know where I worked, obviously the subconscious mind not wanting to give me hope on any position at this time.
Anyway, I end up passing my daughters school, which turns out to by my workplace. My friend is a terrible driver in real life and misses the turning, forcing the boat instead onto the kerb for me to jump ashore and run to the school so I'm not any later than I already am.
This is when I realised I'd forgotten to put my trousers on, wearing a flashy pair of boxer shorts to work is bad enough, for it to be in an all girls school filled me with panic.
So I ran back to my friend’s ship so he could give me a lift home so I could find my said pants before returning to work and this was when things started to get worse for me.
The sleek black pirate ship had sunk! Obviously after it had ran into the kerb and it had almost vanished into the pavement, much to the panic of my friend who would now be late himself.
So there I was, stood at the side of the road without my pants staring at a sunken pirate ship. I know, I'll run home and change. Not to be.
When the ship struck the kerb it popped it, so the pavement no longer existed, stopping me from running home for my pants so I won’t be late for my job.
I would ring the wife, but I've left my phone in my pants. I know, I will borrow my friends phone, which, being the friend he is willingly passes over to me.
But, and there is always a “but” isn’t there?
All the buttons fell off as I touched it, leaving me with a smooth piece of metal.
"It does that to me" my friend advises, smiling as I drop to my knees in despair before waking up.

I wonder if I have an issue, I feel fine now though, thanks for asking………….