I was thinking tonite.. while dozing on the couch.. big brother spewing forth from the tv..
I would get real famous if I was in there.. and I’d never get voted off
Not because of stupid shite I’d say, because of the crazy shite I do!
everyone would want to see WTF i would do everytime i sleepwalk..
Seriously, I would love to watch it.. at least then I would have a documented proof how messed up some of my dreams are. And I get to laugh at it just as much as anyone who gets to experience it first hand
Lets take a recent example:
Set the scene for anyone who hasnt yet spent the sweet sweet night in my room
The master bedroom, has an ensuite, 1 wall is a full length wardrobe ( total wall of mirror )
Queen size bed.. and hunky old me.
It was late one nite, I was asleep.. (yes i dream about being asleep!)
I heard some noises, so without moving much at all, I had a look around the room.
There was a guy dealing drugs from my ensuite.
He would wait till someone came into the room via my wardrobe. They would lean around the end of the doors, hand him the cash, and take the drugs.
The dealer would go back to the ensuite, and the druggie would somehow escape from the wardrobe.
Now this went on a couple of times. So then I flipped out.
I jumped out of bed. The dealer had already disappeared from the ensuite.
I noticed an arm sticking out around the end of the doors from the wardrobe.
So I pushed all the wardrobe doors along the rails and slammed them into the wall, trying to squash the arm of the druggie.
Alas he got away.
And the sheila in my bed got to have a good old giggle at my antics..