No Rest for the Wicked...

Well, with one shift ending 10pm yesterday, and the next starting at 7am today, it’s hardly surprising that my scant sleeping hours in between should end up being populated by mainly work related dreams…

For some reason, however, in this case work intersected with school, with my boss as my old A-level history teacher, my colleagues as fellow classmates, and myself still living at my old house (that old chestnut again…) with my highly disorganised dad and brother, whose innate inability to get up and out on time in the mornings usually resulting in us getting dropped off late in the mornings and me getting unfairly bollocked for it. Not a lot happened beyond that really, apart from my boss pushing me to also become a history teacher, ordering a latte from downstairs which annoyingly turned out to have a load of cake / biscuity mush in the bottom, and finding out that Gareth from ‘The Office’ now headed up our Finance Department and for reasons unexplained wanted to get me fired / expelled.

Dream took a turn for the bizarre when I suddenly found a load of these little motherfuckers slithering round my socks and screamed blue bloody murder until my brother “The Doctor” got them out again.

And that’s about it really.