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They Come for You in Your Sleep
I’m dreaming a lot these days – or, more accurately, recalling them rather more and I’m finding them kind of interesting – not least because I seem to be becoming “Rob Morris: Space Adventurer” in my sleep.
Now, given my status as a massive Who-er it’s probably not a surprise that some elements of the Time Lord’s adventures would creep in and so that’s what I’m putting down my battles with the forces of evil down to.
Well, that and drinking less. I’m sure avoiding nightly coma is probably helping my unconscious work through a few things.
Now, one such episode involved me battling giant mutant bees invading a country hospital. I was vaguely amused by this one, not only because the rather attractive male nurse who helped me managed to destroy them with a scream through various amplifiers (a la Bonnie Langford) but also because it means that like early Who even my dreams weren’t straying much beyond the home counties.
It was terribly exciting though. Would make a great story.
Another recent one involved me trying to foil the evil machinations of my arch enemy, Anne Diamond.
This, I must admit, puzzled me. To this day I have had no other negative thoughts about the lady whatsoever. But there she was, trying to take over the world and looking fabulous in a power suit.
I even complimented her on her appearance and she thanked me profusely – before going on to chase me through a forest in her high heels whilst trying to blast the crap out of me with a laser gun.
All I’ll say is my nocturnal life is much more interesting (and gayer) than my waking one.
Posted on April 19, 2010 | Filed Under My So-Called Life
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