I had two quite strange dreams last night.
The first involved a famous footballer. Not a specific famous footballer, you understand and, yet, I suppose he could have been David Beckham.
Don’t get me wrong, David is quite good looking but not really my type. And it wasn’t really David as this guy had some hair on his chest. How do I know this, well, because he was naked and lying/sitting on the bed, propped up on the pillows.
But this vision was, in fact, a flashback, whilst I was telling someone about it and insisting that ‘nothing happened’ because I really wasn’t interested which, if you’ve heard David speak, you may understand. His manly frame is not upheld with his, frankly, pansy voice.
Even more weirdly, his wife or girlfriend was also there – lying over the corner of the bed (but clothed, obviously)!
The second dream was, indeed, more weird and just a little horrific and I think it was this one that made me wake up.
I would suggest that if you’re a little bit squeamish or don’t eat meat, you stop reading here.
No, honestly, this is going to be terrible for you.
In fact, this will be quite terrible for anyone.
So, stop reading.
Please?
You won’t like it.
Really you won’t.
I didn’t and it was MY dream!
Well, if you’re still reading it then either you’re mad or you don’t care and can watch the most horrible of horrible of movies.
And so,
It starts with me sitting with an animal (like a baby calf or a baby pig) lying with it’s head resting on my lap.