I had the weirdest dream last night…I dreamt that I was trying to get into a racing club where they make you drive odd looking cars that are driven by keyboard like controls on a track that runs through Brightwater Commons (the place previously known as Randburg Waterfront). Then my car fell apart and I lost the keyboard so I ran 100 laps round the place…turns out I only needed to do 10 laps anyway, but the man who was supposed to count my laps got bored and left to have a beer. And in my dream my brother was crying because I got in and he didn’t. A whole team of dream analysts would probably battle to get to the bottom of all of this…I’m writing it off to a slight fever and crazy genes.
It’s very strange – especially the running. I only run for spiders. It happens from time to time that I feel remotely interested in running and at least this time it came to me in a dream instead of a gym membership, or a skipping rope, or a bicycle, or a sit-ups competition, or new ice skates, or a boxing bag! I was exhausted this morning when I got up…100 laps is a loooong way to run.
Urggggh…I need coffee…and painkillers.
