Back on the topic of strange dreams, thought I'd share this one with you:
I am a big fan of a group of British writers/ comedians/ actors called The League of Gentlemen.
Last night I dreamed I bumped into one of them - Mark Gatiss - in a pub. I was hinting madly and angling for an invite back to his place, and eventually got one. It turned out he lived above the pub.
The stairs were REALLY steep, and I had to pull myself up them by using the bannisters. We had a laugh about how it was better for him because he didn't have to worry about being stalked by fans. Then I met his boyfriend (he does have one in real life, but I have no idea what he looks like). He was really old and grey, and dressed like a real old queen.
The flat looked exactly as I would expect a rented flat above a North London pub to look - quite shabby, run down and uncared for. But Mark kept saying how Ian had worked on it for months and it was so stylish - and in the dream I agreed.
Then I was introduced to his dog & cat - they were both long-haired and badly kempt. The dog smelled bad and the cat dribbled on me when I stroked it.
I was asked if I wanted to stay to tea, and although I agreed enthusiastically, when I woke up I felt quite pleased not to be facing their hospitality.
This is a vague running theme with me. I meet people I really admire in my dreams and either they are really rude to me, or drunk, or stupid or (in this case) just a bit manky.
I'm sure there's a message in there about self-esteem. Sigh.
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