Weird dream update

The security guy at work said good morning to me again today, but it was with a mouthfull of bacon roll so it sounded kinda like this,

Me: “Good morning”

Him: “AAAFFRUGHFFFAAFF.”

Which was kinda scary to be honest.

Anyway, I had the darndest dream last night. I was in Iraq, on the run from someone. I decided to hide in a hotel. The hotel was very tall and delapidated. The hallways looked like a typical Glasgow tenement, except darker and taller and with large black wooden doors that had been painted a hundred times over many years.

What made my stay strange was the fact that I was on the run with Saddam Hussein. It started to dawn on me that I wasn’t actually on the run; I was just pretending to be on the run with Saddam until I could get a chance to turn him in.

I was aware that it was a miracle that he hadn’t suspected me for a moment despite me looking like a western bloke who dresses in western clothes.

After examining the room, (It was large, cluttered, and poorly decorated,) Saddam suggested that I go out for fish and chips.

This part of the dream is hazy, but basically I wandered around until I concluded that there are no chippies in Iraq and then I went back to the hotel.

When I got back, Saddam was standing chuckling to himself holding two fish suppers. He placed one on a saucer and handed it to me. It was clear that he had taken most of my chips and added them to his pile. The paper was all torn too. I realised that Saddam wasn’t at all clued up on the finer points of fish-supper eating etiquette. He also ate like a pig.

I was quite angry that he had sent me on a fools errand when he had contacts who could supply fish and chips all along.

Then I woke up.

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