Weird dreams

September 24th, 2003

For some reason, sleeping in a different bed causes me to have strange dreams. Normally in my own bed I never remember my dreams. Perhaps it’s because the pillows keep falling off the end of my current bed and waking me up at 5:30 busting for a piss and wheezing at the feather duvet. Actually, I’m certain that’s the reason.

Whatever - this mornings dream was weird and disturbingly lucid.

The world’s tallest building had just been completed and the press were invited to the opening. The building was unusual in that it curved as it reached skyward, and the top was taken from the front of an old jumbo jet.

The dream had the viewpoint of looking down on the building, onto the nose of the plane. It transpired that two TV journalists were inside a specially added pod on an arm which was added to the building so that the press could get a good angle. It really was very very tall - proper vertigo stuff.

I remember feeling disturbed that there was a kite being flown above the building, presumably by someone standing on top of the pod. The kite was in the form of a big yellow aeroplane wing, and it was very windy. They were probably up there struggling not to be blown away.

The TV broadcast was on, but the journalists hadn’t realised and their words were being transmitted without their knowledge. They were confiding in each other about being absolutely shit-scared of being in the pod, of the vertigo, and of the shoddy, cheap construction of both the pod and the top part of the building.

It was when the aeroplane part of the building began to break away and start its long fall to earth that I woke up.

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