Goldfrapp - 'Stuff' happened |
Hooray! I love that my mind, when left to its own devices and with the logic button switched off, comes up with something so incredibly specific. I don't know anyone called Pip. Or Blammer, for that matter. Not been listening to Goldfrapp. Not thought about that particular friend. But my mind has happily and effortlessly rung up that obscure combination, like a glorious mental fruit machine.
Although it's a fragment and very little actually happens, this dream intrigues me, way beyond those more apparently-meaningful ones. The sort in which I do terrible Freudian things. Like starve horses (accidentally). Dispose of bodies (deliberately). Get chased round cathedrals by tall figures wearing bells round their ankles (gothically). Go on stage and realise that I'm naked from the waist down (predictably). The usual.
Never got to meet Pip Blammer, or find out what the 'stuff' was. Maybe tonight. Might be worth another night's cramped contortions on the sofa to find out.
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