It's been a while since I've written here. Last night changed all that. The dreams are back.
My wife demanded we go to a "gay hotel". Not a bi hotel, a gay one. No idea what that is, but in the dream I found one. We drove into reception (literally, drove right on in) and down a very steep and unsafe slope to the basement. There was football on the TV, and some of the current Liverpool squad were sat around watching it. Most of them were Mario Balotelli, but there was Jordan Henderson too.
I sat next to one of the Mario's, and apologised for calling him an idiot before. He said we'd never met, so wouldn't have known, but said it was fine. I said Bruce Willis would be rubbish at FIFA and they agreed. We watched football for a bit, before I realised I was supposed to be there with my wife. I went to find her and she was fine as she was also talking to Mario and said he "was a nice guy".
Suddenly I'm back home and Bruce Willis is sat on my sofa. I apologised for calling him rubbish at FIFA, and he said he was a bit upset. I offered to get him a drink, and he said quietly he'd love a beer, but shouldn't probably just have a weak tea. I made him one, and then he took off his socks, and made me eat them. My wife looked on saying they'd "be really good for me".
I wonder about my sanity regularly.
