Sad?
Posted on | June 26, 2007 | 3 Comments
Part of me thinks this is cool but the wiser part of me acknowledges the incredible sadness of it.
The other night, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was a sort of apprentice CTU agent and was working with Jack Bauer. He was showing me the ropes, so to speak. Things meandered along as we tracked down this band of bad guys and I eventually had to accost them up as they, for some unknown dream reason, loaded bags of compost from a supermarket into the back of a truck. In proper 24 fashion, I managed to beat them all up (there were about six of them – I’m quite a guy) and I then gave the kingpin of the operation a sound trashing and left him lying in a pile of compost that had burst from bags during the scuffle.
Popping back to where Jack was (characteristically sitting on a hill looking at the sun set across the ocean), he told me I’d done a really good job and that I was ready for my own assignments.
Possibly it’s withdrawal since season 6 finished up on Sky.
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Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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It’s realy no sadder than me dreaming I’m Jean-Luc Picard. And it’s free.
No more sad than me having a dream that Keith Richards came round to my house in a suede tassled jacket and turquiosse jewellery and took me out on a date!
Bock and RM: I’m not really feeling any less sad for knowing your dreams, just less alone. Thanks for that at least though.