Last night I dreamed that I was Twiggy's housekeeper.
I knew Twiggy was hiding something from me, but I didn't know what it was. But when Twiggy sent me out on an errand, I hid behind the curtains and saw that she was hiding something in her hand.
Then I woke up.
Dreams are rubbish.
About Father Christmas
2 days ago
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I'm tempted to do the "this is not just a dream... this is an M&S dream" joke but that will be the 3rd time I've done it here I won't bother.
That joke makes me laugh every time, Billy, so please don't stint yourself.
Wouldn't it be odd if she was holding a twig in one hand, and an E in the other?
It's almost as good as my dream about Terry Wogan supplementing his income by working in the lingerie department of M&S. They have to put him back on shelf stacking and everyone was to be served by him at the tills and it was causing a hold up!
Hm, I suspect that M&S have discovered a way to advertise directly into people's dreams...just like in that book...which book was it now?
The casting on Twin Peaks has really gone downhill.
TV is indeed very like advertising into people's dreams. Neuroscience can now show that it bypasses the frontal, cognitive, rational bit of the brain and goes straight into the amygdala(emotion) and hippocampus(long-term memory. See 'Blink' by Malcolm Gladwell and 'The Hidden Power of Advertising' by Professor Robert Heath.
There - see what you've done. I supposed to be off work with raging gastric flu.
Have you ever read Winsor McKay's Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend? (Google Image Search turns up many of the strips.) Perhaps you accidentally ingested a rarebit.
Mm. I can't eat rarebit anymore, but I can dream OF rarebit...
Of course I don't know what Twiggy would have to do with rarebit. I don't think it's on the supermodel diet.
i'm about to admit something so tragic, i almost feel like signing in anonymously - but i won't.
i had a dream once where i was able to have anything i wanted fre free - at m'n's. and this was a dream, remember - it could have been bulgari, prada, maserati - anything, anywhere. and my subconscious came up with m'n's. sigh.
(last night, on the other hand, i dreamt i was buying cakes in france with liam neeson - yeah!)
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