As the alarm clock went off this morning, I was having a dream about explaining how the Thames Barrier works. What the blazes is that all about??!!

[pen] I really don't know... but it made me laugh, so thanks, I needed it :)

I had another dream last night about being booked for some museum teaching, but finding I wasn't prepared. Had a lot of those lately.

(which of course is just a variant on the going-on-stage-without-knowing-the-lines nightmare. Not had that particular version for ages, tho).

Which of course is just a variant on the naked in public nightmare. I have that one all the time!

I find I lose all my teeth in a lot of dreams lately.

[Chalky] According to wah wah wah dot myjellybean.com/dream/paget.html, "If your teeth fell out or you spit them out, you are anxious about money." Were they grey and rotten? Health problems. Loose? Untrustworthy friends. Broken and worn down? Relationship problems.

Losing my teeth is my recurring nightmare. I have it five or six times a year - they just crumble in my mouth and I spit out the pieces.

[pen] same. And if [Raak]'s webref is to be taken seriously, I can't say it happens when I'm anxious about money either. P'haps it's fear of old age?

My recurring nightmare involves wandering around an empty house trying all the doors which are locked, but when I get to the last door I know it's unlocked but I'm afraid to open it. I have this dream a couple of times a year.

I'm usually trussed up in a pink tutu amongst a troupe of ballet dancers in perfect step, trying desperately to keep up, but, to the amusement of the audience, always a few steps behind :-)

One I used to have occasionally was about football. I was running down the right wing on to a pass but could never, ever, EVER quite reach it, and it all happened in slow motion. And why the right wing? I could no more cross a ball with my right foot than I could speak fluent Basque. It was for standing on. Not a very good footballer.

(ella) Never mind all that, what about your dreams?

mooooooo i had dream bout a cow driving a bus, it tried to run me over, guess what im going to marry someone called pook!!!!!!!!!!!!

...Rosie's been at the Carlsberg again.

I don't believe in the evils of social drinking, I only ever drink alone and to help me forget.

[Pooksad] forget what?

Aaargghh,must.. resist.. inevitable punchline!!!

dunno, can't remember - (bugger!!)