In one such dream, "we" (see extended parenthesis above) found ourselves in an almost Eden-like place, lush and fantastic, and yet there was an individual there who was deviant and aiming to corrupt. Despite the obvious reference, there were no Biblical allusions - not least since we decided to take direct action and spent most of the dream pursuing him, lynch-mob-style, shouting "WANKER PATROL! WANKER PATROL!" repeatedly.
When I remembered this the following day, I burst out laughing, but it wasn't appropriate to explain why to the company I was keeping.
I Misread a Sign today, for the first time in a while, on a leaflet I saw somewhere. What I read was
Think about your excrement
Whereas it was actually
Think about your retirement.
What I do think, is that I would be an analyst's dream (but not like my dream as detailed above) at the moment. But I shan't ramble on about such things more than I already have, that would feel just a little too indulgent.
So that's what I write about in my my 400th published post. Typical.
I shall treat (!) you to a self-portrait: I'm in the pub.
4 comments:
How tantalising, Trousers, but do we actually see your face?
I think the misreading was actually more interesting than the actual Sign. It gets my attention, anyway.
You sort of see my face, Signs, it's reflected in a very old and lovely pot in my favourite spot in one of my favourite ever pubs. It's the nearest to a likeness that I feel ok with publishing at the moment though since I've always wanted to maintain anonymity.
I'm glad you appreciate the misreading - I did for a short while feel slightly bothered that so many of my misreadings seem to go straight to the lowest common denominator.
Snake in paradise, a trouser snake? Ah, well, nothing's perfect.
Many of retirement age do think about their excrement a lot.
Zhoen, thank you for understanding :)
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