Nice one Katka!
At least your dreams are normalish
I had an Ian dream last night.
I dreamt I was Ian’s dad (told you before, I have the wierdest dreams)
I was getting worried about his obssession with Bex. All he would ever talk about is bloody Rebecka.
Anything you say to him, he just turns it around into a comment about Bex. I found in in his room with a bag of Smarties. I said ‘Ian, aren’t you getting a bit old for Smarties?’ He just replies ‘I wonder what Rebecka’s favourite colour Smarties is?’
I said ‘WTF!’ (I swear a lot in my dreams).
I then see him at his desk. He’s planning to send this big bag of Smarties to Bex.
I tell him that’s really stupid.
He says NO, and anyway if Bex doesn’t like them she can give them to her kids.
I say that’s really dumb, cos no-one in their right mind (but bear in mind this is a dream about Ian
) would touch any foodstuffs sent by a stranger, let alone give stuff to their kids to eat. He just says ‘I wonder if Bex’s kids like Smarties?’
It just doesn’t sink in.
I suggest he do a nice handwritten letter and send a signed photo of himself and he might get the same back.
He thinks that’s a good idea.
Later on I am worried that we might not catch the post so I tell him to get a move on. I find he has written reams and reams to Bex.
I despair. We walk down the lane to catch the last post.
Actually my plan is to shove him into the Doctors surgery on the way there, get him sectioned and sent to a psych ward.
Half way down the lane he starts to run, I look behind me and see a police car has pulled up.
I follow Ian into this building plot. There is a new house being built and we hide in the porchway. I say what are we running for? He says, because I stole the Smarties and pulls out the bag.
He was still planning to sneak it into the mailing he was sending to Bex.
I say why did you steal them? He complains, because I don’t give him enough pocket money.
We are hiding when the police come looking. I get this idea,
maybe it would be good for Ian to go to prison, then I wouldn’t have to put up with him going on about Bex all the time.
The police sergeant says to me, we are charging you with breaking and entering.
WTF! The young police officer starts talking to Ian. Ian confesses about the Smarties and starts gabbling on talking about Bex.
The young policeman is interested and Ian pulls a wad of photos of her out of his pocket. They are chatting and getting on really well.
The idea then hits me
that if Ian and I get convicted we might have to share the same cell and I would have to listen to him going on about Bex 24/7.
I get tough with the police sergeant and say that its stupid, how can you be done for breaking an entering a half-built house, WTF are we going to steal etc.
I tell him that Ian is psych-case
and anything he is saying can’t be used as evidence as he’s not competent. The police sergeant is getting angry with me.
I yell at Ian ‘Shut the fuck up!’
Then I woke up. So I don’t really know how it all ended.