The Blue Max .....

I don't know I just have these odd dreams. I'm in an unfamiliar hotel room. I take a sip of the complementary champagne in the nicely fluted glass .... then throw it into the fireplace with an arrogant snigger :a1310:

I swagger toward the bedroom and lie face-up on the four-poster bed admiring my reflection in the mirror :mixedsmi:. By God you're a handsome one I think to myself.

Then it just gets darned weird. This huge fluffy white towel comes out of nowhere and envelops my whole body. I struggle and scream as I try to tear it off me. It won't budge. It's smothering me as I desperately kick my legs and wail like a banshee. I'm sweating hard and the physical activity and abject horror is draining my very soul. It's stuck to every part of my body like that annoying velcro stuff and my finger nails are broken and bleeding with the continual clawing at this large white fluffy towel which obstinately refuses to budge !

Then I wake up in the park next to the pub. Phew ! It was just a dream I think to myself.

But what does it all mean chaps ?
 
Wow, Catch, have they been serving funny mushrooms lately? Have you eaten any bread made from ergot tainted wheat or rye? (LSD is derived from ergot http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergot ) Are you sure it was a dream?

Cheers :friday:,

John
 
Hey Catch, Im no expert but I think that these dreams may have something to do with you wanting to rip Ursella Andress' towels away?

-Rooster
 
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