On Friday night I was staying in a hotel room on my own and I had an elaborate dream where I was an old man and Mrs. egg_ was an old woman and we were fighting and bitter with each other (or was I watching a film? it was unclear) but we made up at the ends with lots of tears etc
Then I woke up and there was someone else in the room - he jumped off the dressing table thing and I realised he was me (in the nip) and I ran after him and he jumped up on the door and pulled it down and as he left the room I grabbed the edge of the door and he dragged it after him and I went flying down the corridor like superman hanging onto the door
Needless to say that was a dream too. When I woke up for real and me and the bed were drenched in sweat, I had to get up to dry off and clear my head out a bit. Somewhere in there I also dreamt a deadly bass saxaphone riff and, amazingly, remembered it after I woke for long enough to leave it as a msg for myself on my phone
Then I woke up and there was someone else in the room - he jumped off the dressing table thing and I realised he was me (in the nip) and I ran after him and he jumped up on the door and pulled it down and as he left the room I grabbed the edge of the door and he dragged it after him and I went flying down the corridor like superman hanging onto the door
Needless to say that was a dream too. When I woke up for real and me and the bed were drenched in sweat, I had to get up to dry off and clear my head out a bit. Somewhere in there I also dreamt a deadly bass saxaphone riff and, amazingly, remembered it after I woke for long enough to leave it as a msg for myself on my phone