...that I was about to score the winning goal in the final of the FA cup, only for Roger Whittaker to catch my eye and say in a low voice "you want to watch out for seagulls." Hopelessly distracted, I skidded madly on the turf into the goalpost, knocking me unconscious. I dreamt...
...that I was falling - but upwards - to the sky. Not your usual kind of dream about falling - and it wasn't about flying....flying would suggest control...this was falling the wrong way. As I fell upwards, faster and faster, and sometimes slower when certain denser clouds got in the way, I thought to myself "How odd! I am falling towa....." But I failed to finish my thought as my head hit the underside of a wing of jet airliner flying from Flanders to the New World...The bump on the head rendered me unconcious, and put me into a sleep where I dreamt...
... that I was a hamster, which was strange, though quite enjoyable. I ran around in circles for a while, and explored what seemed to be my living environment. It was while doing this I found a gap I could squeeze through into the outside world. However I was promptly found by a large evil looking cat, who chased me around. Running frantically, I paused to look around to see the cat had stopped - it seemed to have been a clockwork cat. At this point the owner showed up - it was Rolf Harris! I fainted with surprise. I dreamt...
...of colourless green ideas dreaming furiously of the day when they might ascend from the abyss of potentiality, and I was the Guardian of the Way, that they might not autoimmanentizate, and they spake unto me, saying, "Art thou not also but an idea, a dream within a dream?" And I scorned them, showing them the sword that I bore, which was called the Sword of Russell that defeated Frege, and that by its virtue they might not pass. But they grinned and were unabashed, and said, "That is a mighty sword, but there is another which is mightier." ...
...pork....hmmmm...I had drifted of into another dream, no longer of swords, but of farmland and countryside. I found myself wandering through ancient hedgerows and treading deep into freshly turned soil. Whils looking up at a kestrel my foot falls into a pot hole and a bang my head. I start to stand myself up and turn to look at the hole that had caused my fall, only to find that I had fallen under a fence rail which now hit me squarely on the head, causing me to fall into an unconcious sleep, where I dreamt...