They say what you eat can influence your dreams. With all the excesses and over indulgencies we've been doing over the past couple of weeks I was wondering if there's a particular good/bad dream you'd like to share? Here's the effects of last night's over indulgencies of Chianti and Thornton's Continental
It began with attacking Santa A rather mean, obstinate Santa who refused to let me have any presents 'Not this Christmas, Not next. Never!' , because I had been such a bad, bad girl. Now what sort of Father Christmas is that? No-one is that bad!
The dream changes then, now I'm a lithe, long-legged Spanish beauty (I wish!) and I've met this really great guy you know clever, witty, a smile to die for (aren't they always in dreams?). Anyway we're dancing but its this close, even closer, Patrick Swayze stuff Great moves, great music, candlelight - the works mmmmm
Then it gets to the dancing stops but the music goes on.. the intense eye contact . Melt, melt. I'm a hairs breath away from kissing this hunk and 'Poof!' Gone. Santa took my present away.
Damn
Don't you just hate it when that happens? Could have been worse I suppose. I could have fallen from the window of a skyscraper or walked naked down the high street. Thank goodnes I haven't had that dream! Well, that's mine. Tell me yours.
It began with attacking Santa A rather mean, obstinate Santa who refused to let me have any presents 'Not this Christmas, Not next. Never!' , because I had been such a bad, bad girl. Now what sort of Father Christmas is that? No-one is that bad!
The dream changes then, now I'm a lithe, long-legged Spanish beauty (I wish!) and I've met this really great guy you know clever, witty, a smile to die for (aren't they always in dreams?). Anyway we're dancing but its this close, even closer, Patrick Swayze stuff Great moves, great music, candlelight - the works mmmmm
Then it gets to the dancing stops but the music goes on.. the intense eye contact . Melt, melt. I'm a hairs breath away from kissing this hunk and 'Poof!' Gone. Santa took my present away.
Damn
Don't you just hate it when that happens? Could have been worse I suppose. I could have fallen from the window of a skyscraper or walked naked down the high street. Thank goodnes I haven't had that dream! Well, that's mine. Tell me yours.