Dreams

Murphman · March 21, 2011

I can't often remember dreams but now and then you get one so graphic and 'real ' it actually wakes you up, I've had a few of these over the years but last night was the most disturbing ever.

I'm in a great big hall with hundreds of tables, it's a formal dinner, I'm sat down with my missus and I'm pissed, really pissed. All of a suden who turns up and takes his seat (I kid you not this is true) but Mr Alex Ferguson. My mind is racing,

'Oh my God look at the state of that c*nt',

'Everybody is gonna be up his arrse and caling him Sir Alex, well f*ck that'

'My mate who knows him well tells me he's great company away from the media, well bolllocks to that I'm not playing his game he's a c*nt, end of'

'What am i gonna do if he speaks to me, every instinct in my body is telling me to call him a drunken tramp but surely that's not good protocol, I don't even know who invited us to this do?'

Then I started to eat and I couldn't find my knife and fork, I was really panicking in case he noticed and might realise I'm really pissed

Then I woke up.

It was horrible, that is all.

Edited March 21, 2011 by Murphman

Stanley Leisure · March 21, 2011

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