All in the mind

[caddyman]

It’s pretty much faded from memory now, but last night I had one of those dreams that seems less like a dream and more like a memory when you wake up – if you know what I mean.

I hate them. Or more particularly I hate this particular sort: I can just about remember now that it was something to do with me having turned down a job offer that someone had clearly expected me to accept and they were giving me a hard time about it.

I can just about recall a woman pointing at a note of an interview that in the dream I had no recollection of and she was saying “you were the only person to make this point and it’s happened” by way of proof that I should have taken the job and sorted them out. The fact that I did not recall the interview did not make any difference.

It was really odd; I recall going through dozens of papers trying to find out what this job was that I had interviewed for, been offered and rejected. That was really frustrating and when I woke up I had the residual guilt feeling hanging around for a good half hour afterwards.

My subconscious mind can be an absolute bastard sometimes.

In cheerier news, I have just kicked my weight-loss campaign on the knee and scoffed a Cadbury’s Crème Egg. Hurrah!

Back on the fruit for lunch, though.

Comments

[ladkyis.livejournal.com]

Eric Thompson apparently thought the original french stories were boring and too moralistic for proper kids so he made his own stories. It must have been wonderful to have him as a dad. I loved the magic roundabout and I wasn't a kid.