Last night I dreamt of being flown in French Mirage (think it’s French) by two female pilots as I was seated in the rear seat … weird Mirage coz Mirage 2000C, 2000B and 2000D are all twin-seater but the one I was flown in had a third seat in the rear.
Both pilots in front were parallel seated in front not like one back one front … hmmm …
Well, it’s Delta wing fighter jet anyway …
Ah, one of those dreams. I haven’t had one of those for a couple of decades either(!)
Nah, got to bite the bullet and get out there pimping my self around the local area in the hope of jumping out of the frying pan…… But you never know until you try, I guess.
The situation is not helped by my complete lack of riding for the last 15 days (and counting) due to having my bike nicked (and house burgled) on 21st December. Still, new bike on Saturday – some serious concrete + ground anchor action in the shed as well. Time to kick myself up the arse and stop navel gazing.
I wonder what tonight’s dream will be…………
Oh and the running around school not knowing where to go dream is a recurring one for me as well. It is always Tuesday afternoon for some reason. I’ve lost my timetable, gone out of class, but everyone has disappeared. I don’t know what lesson it is or where it is. I never find it, despite bumbling into upteen other lessons and getting yelled at by a succession of the scariest teachers I ever had.