...that I was a rock. I lay on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean being carried inexorably towards the Marianas Trench. Nothing much happened for several million years. Then I found myself being carried deeper and deeper as I reached the Philippine Plate, forcing the edge of the Pacific Plate down towards the fiery heart of the globe. As miles of rock ground above me, the heat remoselessly increased until my consciousness began to flicker and dissolve...
...that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character. But then I woke up to find...
...I am once more a very sleepy sausage roll gazing into the twinkling eyes of a foraging bear, who is pilfering through the camps freezer. As I am crammed down the bears gullet, I can only hope the next stage of my journey will be a brief one, and I will quickly metamorph into a lovely multi-colored mushroom what adorns the forest's temporal floor. I dream...
...will I dream that I am a dream-interpreter understanding all dreams and able to explain to Wymo and Falstaff that their dreaming of food just indicate they are hungry and should get up to get something to chew on or they had too much food the night before and must avoid this if they want to get a good nights sleep dreaming that…..
Marc you are a fraud (not a Freud like me!) and your dream-interpretation stinks! How dare you poke fun at one of the most important sciences we have left in this cruel world? Beside this your infantile interpretation of the remarkable dreams of a few of the most distinguished contributors to this wonderful site is ridiculous and actually not worth commenting. Hopefully your brutal attacks to this site has not scared off the serious contributors or awaken the dreamers so they will not post their next couple of dreams…..