So, for the second time in a row, falling asleep thinking about dreams has lead to me waking up with a dream still (mostly) full formed in my head. Of course, I requested a dream about naked redheads roaming free across the planet, but instead I got a fantastically odd dream about an old friend.
And by odd, I mean… well… strangely bloody believable. I thought dreams were supposed to be where the subconscious took us on wild rides full of speaking dragons and cars that turned into pocket watches, where giant chickens turned out to be your father?
Many years ago, I knew a kid called David. Sadly, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. Slightly mongoloid in appearance, I now appreciate that he probably had some serious medical issues (like Downs Syndrome maybe) but at the time he was just the thick kid we could take the piss out of. Kids are bastards.
Anyway, last night he had this big bag of rubies he wanted to sell. He refused to let anyone look inside the frankly huge velvet bag that he was carrying, so I took him and his bag off to a jeweller – unsurprising, the one I saw on Wednesday.
The Jeweller takes the bag and upturns it on the counter…
Out tips a single ruby the size of a small pea, carried on a tidal wave of red lego bricks, bits of red glass and various types of red boiled sweets. It’s like a kid has stolen the “big pot of jewels” from a school play, and hidden a single gem in it.
And there the internally self consistent fragment ends.
I tell you, if I don’t get some weird dreams soon, I’m cancelling my subscription.
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