Striving To Achieve My Goal

12/02/11

So i'm back in work.
There is a kareoke theme going on. John o' calls me over and tells me i've gotta sing. And there is a shortlist of a few songs. All christmas songs (because in my waking life, every christmas at work, in the pdr, we have kareoke ).
Anyway, Morrissey was one of the songs (moz never to my mind did a xmas song, but in my dream he had) and i knew i'd already picked moz on a previuos occasion. So i went for another one. But i seem to skip over my song.
THEN Michael Keaton, wearing 'batman' like ears is suddenly there, doing Morrissey.??????
Right after that, an old mate od mine- Nixi, turns up and tells us of his problems he has with working for his dad and his personal relationship with him. So i comfort him.
Then i'm in the delivery area, dressed as the honeymonster from the sugarpuff adverts, but rocking like angus to some ac/dc (complete with schoolboy cap!- knobhead!) and a sweeping brush in my hands, like it's a guitar. Whilst this is going on Luke is cleaning out the hygene store so there is dustpan n brushes everywhere.
I stop arsing about and ponder upon a hypothetical scenario of Carolyn being in the office at the time, and see me messing around and bollocking me! And how stupid i was for not checking her absense. And then remember an occassion where Simon got bollocked for something. And him, holding his hands up and saying "i havent't got an excuse, i'm sorry" with a smile on his face (which happened in real life).
Then i think of a scenario of a camera catching me picking my nose (which, if your chef, is NOT a good thing really, is it!? ).

Then i have a false awakening. I get up to write in my dj (paper one). And i'm not entirely sure if i was at home or not. Lewis from work is there who keeps talking to me as i'm trying to write, which does my head right in! Paul is in the background (work) i politely tell him to do one. And i continue with dj. Ann-Marie is there, wanting me to play a miniture version of draughts, to which my attention turns, then i start playing against coffee shop Sue, both thinking we have the best tactics.

what a load of drivle. still, in none lucid dreams, you dream what you dream really, don't you?