November 02, 2009

To Sleep Perchance to Dream II

Part one was over 18 months ago. Don't panic, you don't have to go back and read it to make sense of this one.

Well, I'll rephrase that. If you go back and read part one, it won't help you make sense of this entry.

For the last two nights I've experimented with not playing a movie on my laptop to help me sleep. It's a habit I've got into for years now, the so called 'white noise' effect. Perhaps it's coincience, but for these past two nights where I haven't had background influence, I've had bizarre dreams, both of which I can recall vividly.

On Saturday night I was on University Challenge with Jeremy Paxman asking the questions. The rest of my team were people I used to go to school with, people I probably haven't thought about for over 20 years (although one of them has just linked up with me on Facebook so perhaps that's why he featured). There was an opposing team there, but I couldn't see their faces. Mr Paxman seemed to ask every question directly to us, rather than to both teams, and I remember there was a big window behind him, overlooking a seafront - think it was similar to Dougals Bay in the IOM.

One question that sticks out is the 'music round'. He groaned as he asked us to 'name the composer of the following arias' but then he played the theme music from Mission Impossible.

Anyone want to psychoanaylse that?

Last night the people in my dream were all from my casino days in IOM. I still seemed to be working for a casino, but it was in Streford Arndale shopping centre near my home in Manchester (there isn't really a casino in there). The casino was also open fronted, no doors and I don't even remember there being any gaming tables either. It felt more like a bookmakers, with a counter towards the back. At one point I remember I was working my last shift before leaving the company but I was given a new uniform and sent home to try it on. I remember protesting that it was pointless as I was leaving, but I was sent home anyway. The new uniform had a bold Scottish tartan on the front, but with a lot of dark blue. I went back to 'work' in it, but seemed to be over 7 hours late, and no one cared...

...think I might stick to the white noise in future. It's less terrifying.

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