I’d like to write a story about a Sleepwalker. A subconscious adventure story. I’m not sure yet if I’d like to write it from a child’s or an adult’s point of view. Not sure because I’ve only just thought of it. It could even be a horror. I’ve read articles about people who have murdered in their sleep without knowing they’ve done it. Apparently it’s a medical illness.
Horrendous. Definitely potential to be explored. At the other extreme it could follow the lines of a young boy who is really an international spy in his sleep. I like that one better.
Here’s another one for the psycho-analysts amongst you. Of course, I’m presuming I will eventually be published. It’s a few hours since I got up this morning 121
so you will have to forgive the weaknesses of my memory but the dream I woke up in was another strange one. I was still married to my ex but was in bed with my soon to be husband when my ex burst into the room and shot my current partner with a bow and arrow. I won’t analyze it, I’m sure there are plenty of people who’d jump at the chance to tell me how screwed up I am. Or maybe it’s because I caught a glimpse of such a bad film yesterday with Sean Connery and Audrey Hepburn as an ageing Robin of Sherwood and Main Marion, the latter of which had since become a nun. It was all too much to bear and is probably the main cause of bad dreams amongst anyone that has ever seen it.
Why do some people insist on wearing trousers that hang so low, it looks like you’ve had a big shit in them?