I had another dream last night, but I am convinced this particular one was a combination of my subconscious playing tricks on me by mixing up what I was hearing on BBC news (I tend to keep the radio on that station when I go to bed) with my own imagination, I guess.
The BBC has been carrying the news constantly about the running aground of the Italian cruise ship Concordia, near Giglio island.
I suppose I was hearing another aspect of the report as I dreamt that I was stranded on an island , not as a result of a cruise ship going ballistic, for I had no idea how I got there. With me was a gentleman who shall remain nameless, but someone with whom I would never be caught stranded on an island with! Naturally he wanted to have sex but I had to walk him out.
The next scene was in a hotel and I went to the lobby to try and get a safe to store quite a lot of US dollars which I had in my wallet and which I did not want to leave in the room of my hotel.
Then I woke up.
What the heck kind of dream is this?
The BBC has been carrying the news constantly about the running aground of the Italian cruise ship Concordia, near Giglio island.
I suppose I was hearing another aspect of the report as I dreamt that I was stranded on an island , not as a result of a cruise ship going ballistic, for I had no idea how I got there. With me was a gentleman who shall remain nameless, but someone with whom I would never be caught stranded on an island with! Naturally he wanted to have sex but I had to walk him out.
The next scene was in a hotel and I went to the lobby to try and get a safe to store quite a lot of US dollars which I had in my wallet and which I did not want to leave in the room of my hotel.
Then I woke up.
What the heck kind of dream is this?
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