Maybe this should be in the confessions thread, but I had a pretty strange dream last night where a tritalker randomly paid a visit to my house.
I don’t want to weird anyone out by naming names. But it was @explorerJC.
The dream went something like this. I was sitting reading stuff from tritalk. Which is a weird thing to dream about in itself. The aforementioned TTer had written a long and very interesting post about how their training was going, which was made particularly more interesting because they revealed that they also lived in a house in a forest, which they had build themselves with a hammer and an axe.
There was a photo of him running past a tree full of squirrels.
Next thing I know, I was back home in Dorset. The house was full of kids - not all mine - some had thick glasses, Clark Kent style. And we appeared to have a Russian Nanny.
That’s when my TT buddy knocked on the door and said “Hi, I was just passing”. Great! Come in I said, would you like a beer? Specifically, Fosters? But I went to the fridge, and there was no beer. He said something along the lines of “Never mind, can I use your toilet” (I think it was that time of the night when a bathroom starts to work its way into every dream). Sure I said, and for some reason directed him to our neighbour’s outhouse. Then he went on his way.
Immediately after that I woke for a pee, and that’s why I rememember ther dream, so there you go, Sigmund Freud what do you have to say?