I had a dream last night...

I had a weird dream last night. Dreamt I was in a compound, not just any compound, but Britney Spears’ compound in rural America. And I was stuck inside. Listening to her concerts. There were lots of other people there, but I couldn’t find a way out. I managed to get out of the house. And was running across the fields. At that time there were also mock battles being staged – tanks, explosions, gunfire etc…And then it turned into the Krypton Factor.

But let me backtrack a little. At this stage I was being chased by a gun-toting Britney. She was dressed up in this rally gothic looking lace outfit [she didn’t look too bad admittedly] holding a high-powered snipers rifle.

So there I was ducking and weaving through a battlefield being chased by Britney Spears out to knock my block off. You think that’s weird. Somehow while crawling underneath some wires army-style [enter the Krypton Factor] I managed to get stuck. [Author note: maybe my subconscious is telling me that one run per week is not enough]. She had me lined up in her sights…but she couldn’t shoot me. I broke free. Doubled back and came up behind her. Disarmed her. Then attempted to slit her wrists with my pocketknife on my key ring. I couldn’t break the skin.

[What the *%@k? This is just scary this part – why would I want to do that? Why couldn’t I? How is it that the standard dream of being chased was turned on its head and I came out the victor? Why Britney – isn’t she up the duff? Will there be a Round 2 tonight?].

I thought it may have something to do with things going on at work – but this allegory needs a lot of work. To be continued…