To dream of urinating is often as good a sign as dreaming of excrement. Probably less amusing to leap out of bed realising you are about to use your bed as the potty.
In the dream, I had been in a very exclusive, very small, restaurant, somewhere off Kensington High Street. The people who I was waiting for had said it was "Kate Moss“s favourite" - but, even in the dream, I was asking myself why I would agree to eat somewhere on that particular recommendation.
I was sitting in a room at the back, at a very large circular table, when the restaurant owner brought a glass of wine I had ordered. He suggested sitting in the front, in an L-shaped room rather resembling a tiny Italian cafe in London. I had forgotten about my drink, which a waiter then brought out and gave to another woman who was with another female companion - both at least middle-aged, but looking older. They had just walked in off the street, after a hard day sight-seeing and rubber-necking. Tiny though the restaurant was, it was empty. Some exclusive!
The woman proceeded to ooh and ah over it.. "Delicious, it“s been so long since I drank anything like this. I thought I had ordered Ribena." … And more of the same, eyes closed, breathing deeply, sipping extravagantly.
The owner then asked me if I would like a drink. I explained that I had ordered one but had left it in the back room. Penny dropped. He went over to the dramatic female and took the glass to give back to me. Replying `You must be joking! After that performance?“ I got up to leave as my companions still had not arrived.
On the way out, up Kensington Church Street, I met an older white man, in extremely good shape, moneyed, who seemed to be floating down the middle of the road. He said he was my brother, that we had different mothers. I got in a car with him, and a little later told him I had to go for a pee. ….
There is one school of thought that, in this instance, it could have sexual connotations, especially as we were both in the same car… but a brother? Eurgh. No thanks. I prefer to think of it as spiritual brothers and sisters.
Later: finally ploughed through some research on IQ and intelligence. The author posited that the religious-minded have lesser IQs. It was utterly tedious reading on the one hand and depressing on the other.
Atheists posters seem to be unfailingly rude with `chimpanzee-brain“ style retorts, while it seems only Christians respond - quoting the Bible often a tad too literally.
(Highly tempted to make funny comment about how one other religion might respond, but am slapping my knuckles and avoiding temptation instead.)
Later still (actually now the 11th): Far too much information in one file is making it difficult to work out what needs to be drawn, so there are now 8, which are roughly topic-related. If I do this properly, there should be several graphic books from it, though the cartoons will have to be simpler than originally planned.
Popped out to Worthing and pleasantly surprised that there is now an H&M, and even McDonalds has had a makeover.
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Fri 30: Out like a light at 9pm last night. Slept 10 hours. Must have needed the rest. Not that I did more today than normal. Mark you, my slumber was not totally uninterrupted. I was startled awake at 02:45hrs but don“t know why. Then I dreamed I was escaping from a research hospital with ![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=ed92cdbc-4c25-474e-a4fd-9506f6573692)
Thurs 15: Dreaming of excrement (not mine!) is a mixed blessing. It symbolises money but there is an element of `
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