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Do you ever dream ?

Cullpepper

I'm just sitting here on the couch at home. I must have dozed off and was thinking i'd gone to have a haircut. The barber was cutting someone elses hair, and i was the only one waiting, until an old man came in and sat next next to me. We spoke to each other for a few minutes, just passing the time of day. When the barber finished his customer and was getting paid, he looked over to me and pointed to the barbers chair. I said to the old man 'my turn', i stood up and took two steps across the room before i realised i was in my own lounge, i turned around to look at the old man i'd been talking to, and he wasn't there.

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  •  Bizarrely, I forget 99% of my dreams within minutes. So here's something only loosely connected instead:

    A True Story for Cat-Lovers ~

    A neighbour of mine apparently had a mania about cats; specifically, other people's cats roaming his garden. I can't remember how I heard about this obsession, as I've never even spoken to him (perhaps because, tragically for me, I don't have any pets). Anyway, on the rare occasions when I braved the outside world from the safety of my bedroom window, he could be seen patrolling his tiny and loveless garden while wearing a white vest, as if he'd embraced his role as an enemy of cats by wearing a uniform of clichéd misogyny (I'm mad, it's true, but I always feel that men who hate cats somehow view them as being female).

    Anyway part 2: I dreamt that this man built a high fence in order to fend off the Invasion of the Cats. /dream ends

    *In real life* some weeks later the stooopid twit actually began to construct a stooopid wall around his stooopid garden (observant readers might detect that I'm subtly biased towards cats). This went on for *ages*, accompanied by the dull roaring of a cement mixer and assorted swear-words and yelps. Eventually, his pleasuredome was erect.

    Within the day, six(!) cats sat and laid atop his gigantic, precious wall, slowly swishing their tails as if to mock him. Biding their time until they escaped into Colditz yet again. This was the most amusing thing I've ever seen. In time, this monument to a moron began to crumble. Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away...

    TL;DR version: Cats 1 Twit 0.

  • in reply to Steven
    Steven said:
    monument to a moron

    you have a wonderful way with words

    I wonder if the high fence and subsequent crumbling along with mocking cats was a metaphor for something in your life

  • in reply to Deleted User

    Hello. Slight smile

    My dream only consisted of a wooden fence being built - all the rest actually happened in real life(!)

  • in reply to Shardovan

    I'd never thought of that possibility. No wonder I thought a rainbow was a pizza.

  • in reply to Steven

    Reminds me slightly of the selfish giant. And you said somewhere that you like Wilde, maybe that was a ti y bit in your subconscious. Perceiving it in this guy who’d made visitors to his garden an enemy when really they were the only intrusions of kind curiosity he had. Maybe one injured cat showed up one day and melted his heart. Man, that story! 

  • in reply to Steven

    I thought as much but I wasn't sure cos I read it too fast! Maybe the fences on their own are a metaphor.

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