The B-SOS Machine

I only went to sleep at 3.30am, thanks to some illegal internet Ashes viewing, and seeing as I thought Australia were going to bat well, I couldn't really be bothered to watch, so I went to sleep. Turns out they are as bad as everyone makes out!

But that's not the real story here. You see, I crashed out as soon as my head hit the pillow and as it's now 9.30am, I haven't had the whole night's sleep I was looking for. And the 6 hours I did get were filled with a truly exceptional and vivid dream that I will now tell you about! Since when has this blog been about dreams?!

Anyway, (I will tell you as much as I remember, as I now feel the details drifting away in the air), it is sort of an Inception theme, a dream inside a dream. I'm having a dream about having a dream about writing a feature-length film, called the B-SOS Machine. It is a time-machine, (I know... Doctor Who?), that has been maimed in a battle and is now an exhibit at a museum. This exhibition is visited by many school children, and during one visit, the time-machine instantly comes back to life, with a whole tour inside it and it vanishes from sight.

The owner of the museum, and subsequently the time-machine, played by myself none the less, is highly concerned. He gathers his team, (the workers at the museum), to talk about the problem. This meeting is the film. I can't really remember what happens from here, but it emerges that the time machine has been working all along and was never, "killed in battle". All of the workers have their own story of how they used the time machine when nobody was looking and they all converge on the harrowing events of the year before. There was a brutal double murder in the city, (which I, as the director aswell as the star, would show at the start of the film), where all the workers landed after being inside the time machine. The murder has remained a deep mystery ever since, which shows that the murderer must have travelled in time. Tensions rise, and stories start coming out of people's deepest secrets. There are fights and arguments and by the end of the film, it turns out the owner of the time machine, who thought it was dead, (played by me), was the murderer. Oooo!

Yeah. I know. I've just realised too that it doesn't sound very good, but I assure you when I was dreaming about this, it looked fantastic! The story was set and it was tense and dramatic! But, as with most dreams, when you come to write about it, the details just disappear... Don't ask me why it's called the B-SOS Machine either. It's just what it was called! It was a dream!

Anyway, back to reality, today is Tuesday and seeing as I'm awake at such a stupid hour, I might aswell stay awake. No point in staying up tonight to watch England destroy Australia and eat the dust for breakfast, so I think it's time to do things. Kettle was adament on, "doing something different", which will result in us going to a museum of our own, (a REAL museum), or getting eaten by monkeys. Still, it's something and as long as we go out for lunch first, I don't mind! Anything is better than the week at work I had to endure, which was slower than anything I have described as being slow in this blog. And that's a fair few things. Honestly, I thought the time was genuinely going backwards at one point...

But now, I only have 6 shifts remaining before I leave. I booked off a whole week of holiday, just because I could, on the week of my university interview. I realised yesterday, after being out of education for 18 months, that I have forgotten everything I have learned. I realised that it may be difficult for me to get back into the routine of doing education-type things that I haven't done in 18 months + the months where it all went wrong. I realised that it will certainly be more difficult than I expected.. But it has to be done.

Ahhh, I'm going back to sleep. I've felt all week being tired, so I don't want to spend another day doing so. Even if I do miss out on being eaten.

Cya x