It begins, as it always does. A sudden recognition of my situation, this time sitting outside on a bench in the sun. The bench is one of those metal ones that retains its coldness despite how long you sit there and has a lattice back, it’s also blue but the paint is flaking. At right angles from me is another bench and a man sits there, he has long blonde hair and for some reason I know he is Australian.
Looking at my surroundings, there are plenty of shops lining the thoroughfare, it’s quiet here despite that, perhaps it is not one of the main arteries of the town. There are trees at regimental intervals with lush green leaves which seem to revel in the sunshine they bask in. I have a book naturally, and it rests on my knees open, the ideas of page leafs and tree leaves amuses me.
I hear a bang above me and look up, the buildings rise three stories and one of the windows opening has startled the peaceful scene. There is a lady there with dark hair, she waves at me, well I assume its me but in these situations you never know, so that mortified do-I-acknowledge-said-person-or-not worry kicks in. After waving back like a reckless fool, a bit of paper is thrown from the window which flutters towards me which I expertly snatch out of the air.
I look up but she is just staring back, so my attention is drawn to the paper, it is a little pink leaflet detailing treatments at a ladies spa. Perplexed I look up to see the smiling face retreating from the window. The Australian man has stealthily joined me and between us we can make no sense of the hidden message that probably isn’t there. I woke up before anything else happened so have no idea what it all meant but then again aren’t dreams are meant to be mystifying.
Like any man I typically become pathetic at the least sign of affliction, of which a side effect of this is my weird dreams. Once I knew that if I turned over my trusty hot water bottle in real life, I would have to put all the blobs back into one political party, I did that because I am foolish and then lived in a waking nightmare all night of continually doing such a thankless task in my waking/asleep state.
That is not to mention reliving the classic scene from Empire Strikes Back, fighting in the battle of Hoth as well as an endless Grand Prix race which kept resetting whenever I came to my senses, despite how awake I made myself. Now I am in bed and am probably going to watch Disney’s classic 1953 Alice in Wonderland to give me even more strange dreams, I am a glutton for bizarre punishment which , if nothing else leads to some vaguely amusing blog posts.