The Dream Lord

This last week or so, going to sleep and waking up at a normal time, has been dreamy. Literally. Every night, I've had the most ridiculous of dreams ranging from trips with famous people and randomers to dreaming out sporting aspirations. I'll go through a few, seeing as I'm bored, (obviously), and have nothing better to do this lunchtime.

I can't remember the days they came on. I'm not that good. However, one dream cut straight to me sitting in the front seat of a limo, with Father Mitten being the driver. It was Christmas Day and, against Mitten family tradition, we were heading to Megabowl. Why not? Perfectly reasonable. I never got to find out if it was open or not, but it must of been. I was sitting in the front seat, with the rest of the Mitten family behind me and at the back a whole array of celebrities had come for the ride. Colin Firth, star of the great 'The King's Speech' was sitting next to the window. Andrew Flintoff, the ex-England cricketer sat next to him with a bottle of Stella and next to him, actor Daniel Radcliffe with his lightning bolt scar struck across his forehead. And sat next to the other window? Mr Blobby. What a line up! I can't really remember what happened, as I was scared awake by Mr.Blobby screaming, "Blobby Blobby!" at the top of his rather strange voice.

Another dream I had this week was me going to the world famous tennis tournament in Melbourne, The Aussie Open. Of course, this event finished in real life just a couple of weeks ago, and seeing as I spent most of that fortnight awake during the night, I watched some of it. The details of the courts were quite familiar then. However, I wasn't exactly sitting at home watching it in my dream. I was watching it, but I was actually there. It took me a while to figure out where I was, but it soon became apparent as I had Andy Roddick screaming at me, complaining that the winner he had just hit was 'in'. Yep. I was the umpire. I managed to keep the dream alive, by replying but woke up as soon as Roddick chucked the racket at my face. I did that thing, where you feel like you're falling from the ceiling.. Nasty stuff..

However, last night, I had the best dream ever. Have you ever had a dream one night, that turns out to actually happen? Maybe a year, 5 years, 10 years down the line. It actually happens. Well, this one won't, but if it did... Wow! This dream is particularly vivid..

I was at Lord's Cricket Ground. Playing in the 1st Ashes Test and I was opening the batting with a certain Chris Watt! Don't ask Watty, please. We walked down the famous Lord's steps on to the pitch and Chris asked me whether I wanted to face the first ball, or him. I told him he could. I was too nervous. So nervous, that I'd accidentally brought out a broken bat to bat with. I didn't want to humiliate myself by going back and changing it, so carried on. Chris was facing the first ball from Brett Lee. And, Brett Lee killed him. Now, I know I said before, "I'll be happy if this actually happened", but obviously not this bit! Yep. Watty was killed instantly by a vicious bouncer, so he retired hurt. Out came Kettle to bat at number 3, and I won't bore you with detail but we both scored triple centuries and we declared on 623-0. Remember, I had a broken bat! What an achievement! The dream skipped a bit, and suddenly we had taken the final wicket to win the 1st test by an innings and 600 runs. A test match record. Just a shame about Watty.

I don't know why I've had a ridiculous amount of ridiculous dreams recently. I'm no expert on the matter.

Back to reality, I played 5-a-side last night, despite being very tired and did alright. It went rather quickly so it didn't feel like long before I was home and tucked up in bed. Tonight, the PLAN is to referee in the NSYL, like usual on a Thursday night, but seeing as it's been raining all day, my guess is that it might just be called off. A "waterlogged pitch", my arse!

Not a lot else to say, apart from Father Mitten nicking my car. I've gotta go and pay for his repairs this afternoon aswell, but I will, of course, be getting the money back. As for the dreams, I won't ever be getting them back!