Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/16/2020
By amandalyle
So I ended up falling under too deep last night (dammit, Michael Sealey!) and can only remember two very small snippets of my dreams last night. First scene; My arse had grown 10 times in size. I was sporting this “Mr Motivator-inspired” lycra - lycra leotard and was, rather shamelessly, shaking and twerking my big fat booty around. It vibrated like an overloaded washing machine. I’d go as far to say, I was turning myself on. 😂 Next scene; I was in town with one of my service users (can’t remember which one ... possibly this lovely chap called Lee?) and I could spot my uncle John in the distance. I knew he had clocked me, but I tried to hide from him. Side note; Uncle John is my embarrassing uncle. Nice enough chap, but he does have a tendency to sing at the top of his lungs in the middle of town (usually a Boyzone number!) dressed in what I can only described as clothes from the 1920’s, waving his big Irish flag around. (Nope, he’s not Irish.... it’s just his “thing”.) Back to the dream... A while later, he walked past me again, but this time it was too late to duck and hide, so I waved over to him and said a friendly “hello.” He took one look at me, and then replied in a very monotone manner, “Hi.” And then walked straight past me. Can you believe it?! Most unlike uncle John. He likes to talk for England... Scotland ... Ireland and Wales!!!