I’ve had a fair few weird dreams recently, so when Tim asked me and a host of others to guest blog about our dreams, I was more than happy to oblige (If you have a few idle minutes, I’d recommend you take a look as there are some corkers May 2005-June 2005).

So in my dream world there have been strange animals, rats the size of large dogs, faceless people, nightmares, happy ever afters, all sorts.

I remember, way back, years, eons ago, Big Bro Senior asked me if I dreamed in colour, and if the people in my dreams had faces. The latter was easy to answer - sometimes the people in my dreams had faces and sometimes they didn’t, and the way my dream panned out, sometimes I just never saw their faces. In fact, sometimes it wasn’t physically the person I was used to, but I knew it was them.

But the question of colour remains because I just can’t figure out if my dreams are in colour or in black and white. Can you?

Recently my dreams seem to be taking a saucy turn (I’m not complaining, I rather enjoy them!), I wake up one Saturday morning and turn to face Bonobo, trying to focus on him with my sleep-blurry eyes, “I had the coolest dream” he says energetically, having been awake for two hours already (for bless him, no matter how hard he tries, this man is incapable of having a lie in). I am racked with guilt and feel as though I’ve cheated on him, he sees that something’s not quite wrong;

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice all soft and concerned. “IhadadreamthatIwasshaggingElleMcpherson” I blurt out.
“Well, that’s not terrible is is it?” he replies. And he’s right, the fact that I had an erotic dream about another woman, and a supermodel at that is not that terrible.
“I suppose,” I concede, “But it’s pretty terrible that it was Elle Macpherson and not someone I actually fancy.”

Hmmm, now if only someone could invent a dream control machine...

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