I had a totally mental dream last night.
Basically, I was being sentenced to death by hanging. It emerged that I was being executed because of a event years ago in a previous job, when I had nipped out for a quick smoke when it wasn’t my break.
I was being held in a prison which appeared to be more like a hospital, and all the cells looked like this only with a small window in the wall.
As the dream progressed, I started to see (old-fashioned) soldiers carrying buckets of what appeared to be mud. But then I noticed all the buckets had labels on them like “Bits of Sapper Jones” and “D Company’s Limbs” etc (I know, it’s weird).
I was then reading holiday brochures. And crying. And then i worked out that all the places in the brochures were places I’d been on holiday as a child (when my family was still together). The very last page was a picture of a guy climbing a huge cliff (something like this ) which set me crying even more. (I don’t know why).
I then asked the ‘guard’, who appeared to be more of a hospital Matron than a prison officer, if I’d had any visitors, she said no. “Not even my Mum?”, I asked. Still no.
At that point, I turned and looked out the window, to see my Dad being led away somewhere (I assume to be hanged as well) being followed by two prison officers.
THEN I happened to notice another man being led away, only this guy was Eric Cantona.
Before the dream could spiral any deeper into the realms of madness, my cat woke me up by jumping on my bed and mewing in my face.
Maybe I should give Jennifer Melfi a call.