Sometimes I wonder what my brain is doing way up there in my head. Last night, for example, it created a strange little dream for me, and I am still scratching my head to work it out. Help, anybody..?
So, I was in the bathroom of my parent’s house, in the depths of Ireland. My pants were down around my knees, because I had discovered that I had pubic lice. I was picking the little buggers out with a tweezers, one by one, and they were the size of ladybirds, but brown and yellow, sort of like the anthrenus verbasci.
So I had picked a few lice off, when suddenly there is a knock on the window. It is one of those windows that open on top, so I climb up on the ledge and look out. Outside is a good-looking girl with curly blond hair. The girl smiles up at me and hands me a long pink flower. She says something (she has a strange accent – possibly Icelandic) and suddenly walks off.
And that’s it. I wonder what the dream dictionary has to say about pubic ladybirds: my love-life will improve? I am coming into money? I have a sick and twisted mind?
Please attach your analysis in a comment, to the usual address. And make sure to vacuum under your sofa – those bloody carpet beetles are insatiable.