Horrible dream
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I had a horrific dream last night. Basically, I was working in Bury with a couple of other lads on a studio programme, I can't remember what it was about. Anyway, I was late for work, then there was nothing to do, so at the end of the day I got a lift home from the 2 other lads. I told them I'd show them my car.
Bizarrely, I seemed to be living at my parent's still.
Anyway, we get to my home, and I notice that Graham (the chap I bought the Chim from this week) was living in the same street. Odd that, since I live in Manchester and he lives in S.Yorkshire.
So, we all stand around for a bit admiring his new car, some kind of old/new TVR with a hint of Corvette in (!), before I tell the lads that I'll run around and get my new car to show off.
So off down the street I run, get around the corner, and see my car, which is now a grey wedge with huge spoilers, has been ripped to shreds down one side by some scrote who nicked the radio. Oil all over the tarmac, seats stained, litter everywhere, bits of fibreglass all over the place.
So, I sat down and burst into tears. At this point, the new TVR of Grahams came down the street, and stopped. 3 people (including G) got out of the car, and Graham raised his face to the sky with his hands over his eyes. He then started shouting at me, we had a massive argument, because he believed I'd done the damage by driving like a nutter.
Then the cat woke me up by licking my face.
You can imagine, the first thing I did was run to the window and check on the car!
Bizarrely, I seemed to be living at my parent's still.
Anyway, we get to my home, and I notice that Graham (the chap I bought the Chim from this week) was living in the same street. Odd that, since I live in Manchester and he lives in S.Yorkshire.
So, we all stand around for a bit admiring his new car, some kind of old/new TVR with a hint of Corvette in (!), before I tell the lads that I'll run around and get my new car to show off.
So off down the street I run, get around the corner, and see my car, which is now a grey wedge with huge spoilers, has been ripped to shreds down one side by some scrote who nicked the radio. Oil all over the tarmac, seats stained, litter everywhere, bits of fibreglass all over the place.
So, I sat down and burst into tears. At this point, the new TVR of Grahams came down the street, and stopped. 3 people (including G) got out of the car, and Graham raised his face to the sky with his hands over his eyes. He then started shouting at me, we had a massive argument, because he believed I'd done the damage by driving like a nutter.
Then the cat woke me up by licking my face.
You can imagine, the first thing I did was run to the window and check on the car!
Done this myself. Watched a DVD about the bently boys and one of the last lines is "I'd rather die at full throttle than live behind a desk" - needless to say that night the 'escaping the desk and dying at the wheel' of my Cerbera nightmare invaded my sleep.
Hateful thing the subconsious.
Hateful thing the subconsious.
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