.....mainly consisted of me advising an ex-collaegue how to develop his concrete yard into flats. For some bizzare reason whilst he was deciding whether to proceed or not, I started work breaking up the concrete with a pneumatic jack hammer, completely in the buff. This dream was not evening meal of cheese fuelled.
I’ve had a similar one to that but set in prehistoric times: Myself and a friend breaking rocks with club hammers dressed in little moleskin loin clothes.
Last night's was also odd. I was working a trade show which was hosted at the old shopping centre in Uxbridge. I stayed overnight in a local hotel but forgot to check out in the morning, only realising this whilst working the trade show the next day. I was really worried that the hotel will have sold all my luggage off that was left in my room but I was unable to get a cab back to the hotel to sort out the problem. Thats 2 in 2 nights now. Mostly I don't l remember my dreams but these two were particularly vivid.
