If only 'twere true

I’ve had another one of my odd dreams. I was riding horseback naked, I was in possession of a tanned, athletic body, and when I came to rest by a river, Angelina Jolie was waiting for me with an inflatable blanket and a picnic. It was a really clear, vivid dream as well, not one of those foggy, incoherent ones where you walk down your drive and end up piloting the Starship Enterprise. The landscape and the feelings were as real as they could be, and I could see every sinew of her gorgeous body in High-Definition clarity. That one dream will keep me going for weeks..
Goodness knows where it came from, but if it’s true that dreams are governed by cheese, I’m going back on the gouda tonight.
Hannah has got a Dream Interpretation book somewhere called ‘The Catalogue Of The Subconscious.’ I call it ‘The Catalogue Of Old Bollocks.’ People who try to interpret dreams are right up there with people who read horoscopes or practise crystal healing. If you can’t explain or understand something, you should try to investigate further instead of turning to something fanciful and flightful. Lazy cretins. Personally I put it down to two things. Number 1 – I was listening to the radio news just before I went to sleep, on which Ms Jolie was announced as Hollywood’s Most Powerful Celebrity, and Number 2 – I haven’t had sex in a long time.

I’m off to cook some tea, and wash my bed sheets.

RC 5-6-09
1837 BST