Lady Elf's Blog

Weird or What?

I live, what I would say a pretty normal life, but for some odd reason I dream the weirdest tosh at night, for instance, last night's dream was totally out of the box wacky, I was kidnapped, bound and gagged and held hostage by the Peanut Squad, yes you did hear right the Peanut Squad, now what is that all about.

Big golden, in their shells peanuts, tied me to a chair beating me with strawberry laces demanding why I hate peanut butter, then forced me to drink a peanut smoothie, whist pelting me with handfuls of smelly nutty spread, let me tell you guys, when you are someone that gags at the smell of something you hate, its bad, truly bad.

I don't know what it is with me and hostage situations, two nights ago, in my dream of course, cooking a nice chicken curry with poppadum's, a big thump on the door, strapping big chaps from the middle ages, furs and laced leather boots, grabbed me, no time to turn off the fryer, threw me on horseback thrashing our way through forests and trees, what seemed like for ages to a remote castle, dragged me to the top and bolted me in a room with barred windows.

Now wait, there was a bit of a weird twist to this one, a crystal maze situation, inside the room, was nothing but a wooden table, knife, a note with a question mark wrote on it and wait for it, a tin of spaghetti, now what a dilemma, I could either top myself or fill my belly there's not much you can do with a can of spag.

Like I said my dreams are full of utter rubbish, I decided to open the can with the knife, tie all the spaghetti together, throw it over the barred window and escape sliding my way down each piece. Now come on, what do you think.

You must be thinking is she on drugs, the answer to that is no, but I want to know am I the only donkey out there that is dreaming this stuff at night.

The last one for you now, hubby's got a few mates coming round for a bite to eat and a couple of bottles of wine, I thought to myself, ah, there only mates from work, I can do a stir-fry, we can have a nice bottle and watch a film or summit, he shouts at me" I'll get the door" me not taking any notice, they come on in, grab a beer, I can hear them having a laugh.

Thinking to myself ah I reckon this is gonna be a good night, head on in, absolutely shocked its only characters in our Xbox game Halo Reach, grunts, jackals, brutes and elites, come on guys am I the only one, why do I dream like this every night?

We all have a laugh, they love stir-fry by the way and pretty partial to the old vino and their begging to have a game on the Xbox. Now who the hell has a night of chuckles, stir-fry and watches telly with baddies from an Xbox game. Na !!!