I could set my clock by Fandango’s Provocative Question (actually, I probably could, although I never tried). But Wednesay’s mean just ont thing. Today, Fandango asks:
What has been the strangest, weirdest dream that you can remember? What do you think triggered that dream?
Okay, I’ll warn you now, I’m gonna struggle with this one. I never seem to remember my dreams.
I know they happen last-thing at night. If I lie in (I used to do that a lot) then the dreaming would happen during the lay-in and could even affect my mood for the day (good or bad). But I could never remember the details.
Since I’ve been married. my wife has sometimes said something like I had a dreamn that you divorced me, and all I could say was: don’t worry, I’m not planning on divorcing you. Not unless you keep having these bloody silly dreams.
But remembering my own dreams? Forget it. Almost. I can remember one nightmare I used to have as a child. I guess I must have had it repeatedly, probably forced to tell the story to my mum, which is why I remember it.
We lived in the same house until I was 17 years old. It was a semi-detached house in one of the suburbs of Liverpool, UK. It was nothing special, built between the wars, quite nondescript.
Outside of this nouse was a lamp-post. Let me try and find an image of something similar.
There we go. That one is close enough to make my point.
Do you see those bits sticking out to left and right? Those were its arms.
And the lamp itself? That was its head, complete with scary hat.
Now, in my nightmare, this thing would come alive, would grow legs, and would chase me down the street.
To this day, I have no memory of where it was chasing me to. Maybe to the next lamppost? Maybe they were ganging up on me? Did it ever catch me? Well, I’m still here to tell the tale.
The scary thing is that one of the TV channels here (Channel 4) hit on this idea of making their logo come to life, and to have human qualities. These little fillips freak me out.