I've had some odd shit thrown at me while asleep by my subconscious film factory, but I think last night's may be the weirdest EVER.
I was swimming in a pool that was full of what I think was Fanta. It was orange and bubbly and was making my eyes sting. It was also full of waves, so may have been the sea pretending to be in a pool. As I approached the shallows, I realised that I was actually swimming in a large church, and as I emerged the water onto the shore, I realised I was dressed as a ballerina, and I got really upset that my tutu was wet. And when I say 'really upset' I mean I was shouting in the face of the vicar, accusing him of ruining my chances of an Olympic medal. The vicar, by the way, was George Clooney, who had a bushy 'Mexican bandit' style moustache. He was awful naked from the waist down. Someone handed me a towel and as I stepped out of the church doors, I looked up to see three different moons in the sky, one of which was bright green, and I thought to myself "Well, that's climate change for you."
Odd.....
RC 31-7-22
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