Hello!!
Something a bit weird happened: I went off dreamblogging for a week cos I was so busy, but when I tried to get back on it I started not being able to remember dreams… I was out of practice; even a 20 minute soothing shower couldn’t coax them out of my cortex.
But then it happened at a party last Saturday, my mate Edd’s 30th, where the occasion warranted an exciting cocktail of Bassett’s Jelly Babies and proper spicy Sloppy Giuseppe pizza…
Dream count #1
Dream: I’m on a bus with my friends Poppy and Zoe and some other familiar faces. We’re driving east out of London on top of a hill looking down into a lush Essex valley with a great big reservoir. Poppy explains that it’s where they harvest all the meat that gets delivered to Smithfield market in the east end, and that we should go down for a tour.
Next moment we’re in these tin boats floating around the reservoir; about 12 feet below the water’s surface we can see all this big black plastic covering all this meat that is growing underwater. There are some other underwater meat tour boats ahead of us, travelling towards a corrugated iron building on the far bank. Problem is we don’t have any oars, so Poppy has to jump out into the meaty water and propel us to the building.
But, by the time we get there, we find that the other tour groups have already eaten the harvested meat samples. Luckily there’s one piece left… but it looks terrible, all white and puffy, from being kept underwater for so long. I’m not impressed with this, so I argue with the tour guide. Turns out he’s Spanish, so I argue in Spanish. Then suddenly, for reasons unknown, he runs off with one of the other meat tourists as a hostage, brandishing an Uzi. We stand there bemused… while I try to figure out what on earth I had said to him!
Savoury dreams 