My worst dream

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

Generally, I have good dreams and they are in colour. Some are vivid and bizarre so I guess my brain is mulling things over. But in the past, I had one really bad dream that recurred until I told people about it:

Basically the alarm clock goes off and after 2 snooze pauses, you get up. Downstairs and make the coffee. Then wash, shave and shower and get dressed for work.

AND THEN - the alarm clock really does go off and you awake and realise that you have got to do the whole damn thing all over again.

I hated it but my mom told me that if you ever told someone about a dream, you would never have that dream again. So I broadcast that bloody dream near and far.