Dreams

March 8th|April 15th

In a probably entirely predictable move, I am putting some of my dreams online for all comers to psychoanalytically savage them.

Wednesday 8th March 2000

I had been invited to a singthrough of the little-known Gilbert and Sullivan operetta 'My Life', organised by members of the Cambridge G&S society but held on the Isle of Wight. This was a little inconvenient as, on the afternoon of the day in question, I found myself rehearsing for a show with a large number of women from a public school and we were all on the Yorkshire moors pretending to be sheep.

A policeman came along and arrested us for a breach of the peace because we were baa-ing very loudly and stopping the moors from being peaceful. He took us to the local police station which was a huge library, and we browsed through the books whilst waiting to be processed. I discovered the score of another little-known G&S operetta, 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', and flicked through it looking for Titania's aria.

The police would not let anyone go until they'd had a full bag and body search. Lots of the women from the public school had 'S&M body ornaments' on their person which the police seemed particularly keen to find. However, I managed to talk them into letting me leave quickly so that I could get to the singthrough, so long as I could tell them my date of birth and prove that my CD player was mine.

When I walked out of the door, I realised it was far too late to get to the Isle of Wight in time to sing. I headed for London instead, where some friends of mine were hosting a party.

Saturday 15th April 2000

I was looking out of the window of my bedroom on an extremely windy spring day. I could see a nest waving about in the branches of one of the trees outside, and on this nest a large bird was frantically trying to protects its egg from falling out. Finally the bird grabbed the nest with its feet and attempted to take off whilst holding it. At this point I was fairly sure that the bird was a duck. The bird wavered unsteadily into the air and started (deliberately, I assumed) to descend quickly to the nearby ground. As it got nearer I could see it was a green woodpecker. I was willing the egg to stay in the nest but it fell out and rolled away just before the bird landed.

The same night, I also had a dream in which I read an article in a London newspaper about the Sheila and her Dog society; the reviewer had infiltrated one of the meetings and was much confused by the sexual ambiguity of some of the society members because (having the wrong idea altogether about the society) he wanted to ask sexual favours from some of them and didn't know what sex they were. There followed a long section, most of which I can't remember, about the changeability of various members, changeability here being a good thing.

Back to the cake.