Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/16/2020
By Machman
We are now entering the nether regions of my psyche with this one. I was conversing with a fellow DJUer (Amandalyle - you should check out het dreams, they are interesting and quite sexy at times). Anyways we were talking about Trio biscuits and how things like the advert for that and other things you experience of a day can influence your dreams. Not me I maintained, but hey I was wrong (sort of). I have been keeping in touch with a guy and I used to work with and have known for coming up to 20 years. I text his lovely wife too, they are childhood sweethearts from the very North of Scotland and have been married for about 27 or 28 years. Nice people, very down to Earth and easy to get along with. Anyway the wife was texting me yesterday about her garden as they have a lovely house in Edinburgh and the garden is immaculate. So when I told her that I was taking up gardening and a bit of fan of Monty she has been sending thr odd text or WhatsApp to show pictures of what she has been up to. Las night my dream was about her and I really feel guilty about admitting to that. It is in no way representative of any feelings harboured by me. So for that reason I will not divulge the details of what went on but I can assure you it was fucking filthy. There was another part to the dream whereby her man was there too and we were in their garden but it looked nothing like their garden. It actually reminded me of the back garden of my Uncle Robert and Aunty Margaret when they lived close to where I was brought up as a kid. There were 3 troublesome kids living next door and I was all for telling them what was fucking what. But these are polite Edinburgh folk and they don't understand the ways of the West Coast ruffian that I clearly am. So I had to rein it in. I also remember the garden looked like a seating area for a theatre or a TV stuido audience. There were 70s style leather couches to sit on at the bottom and wire fencing to separate the gardens.