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Are dreams more fun???
OK, I don't do drugs but I do drink and maybe a little cheese once in a while, anyway I have some really cool dreams, not jumping around cutting from one thing to the next, continous dreams. Here's one I had a little while ago, see if anyone can make sense of it and let's hear some of yours.
OK I dreamt, I am at the Spa F1 track in Belgium in the crowd and we are waiting for the start. The cars are on the grid, the lights change and they race off, as they come to the first corner and large herd of cows, sheep, pigs and other assorted hoof stock runs across the track, all the cars crash and most of the drivers die. We're all pretty pissed at this, as you'd expect. Some normal looking chap in the crowd says "Let's get those sheep and cows" and starts pulling machine guns and grenades etc. from his bag. We all grab a gun grenades and ammo and run off in the direction of the escaping cattle. They make a dash for a caravan park, (I think you Americans call it a trailer park), anyway they're held up in the the caravans laying down covering fire while we are trying to snipe up to the vans. We get to the point were there are teams of us, one person kicking the door in, second person throws grenade in while covered by a thrid person. After the explosion all three of us running in and spraying the inside with machine gun fire.
The ring leader, a cow by the way, makes a run out the back of the park, followed by a hardcore gang of other cows and sheep. We give chase to the back of park were there is a large fence of green bushes broken only by a small alley way going down the middle. Everyone runs down the alley but I can't. The alley is smeared with Marmite, the floor and walls covered, and I hate the stuff (in real life, an also in my dreams it seems). I leave the others and start to walk back to the race track, stepping over dead cows and sheep.
Make any sense from that?
Stella
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