[this post was lost during a server failure on 11 July 2004; it was finally (partially) recovered on 12 October 2018]
This morning I was awoken from a dream that can only be described as really really trippy. This may not be a dream diary, like Liz’s, but I’m going to share this one with you anyway:
I find myself at the checkout of a supermarket somewhat reminiscent of the Somerfield in Aberystwyth, except that this supermarket is actually standing alone in the Arctic. A blizzard beats against the tall glass windows opposite the checkouts. I’m taking part in some kind of game show which I refer to at several times during the dream as being ‘Blockbusters’, although it had almost nothing in common with the real show of the same name, and is actually perhaps a little more like ‘Supermaket Sweep’ (I would imagine, although I’ve never actually seen it). In any case: the aim of this show is to wander around the store (while your competitor or competing team do the same) collecting goods within a time limit. Slightly like ‘Blockbusters’, one team is of two people, and the …