Although I've decided not to blog so much recently, I just had to make use of the dream I had last night. So here goes.
Picture the scene. The vet was due to visit Blue ( my horse) today, but my subconscious had obviously decided to use this as a plot for a most bizarre dream. Hence, the vet, rather than being very male Oscar, was a woman unknown to me (although since she called me Fran, we must have know each other). With her she brought an enormous sheep called Gillian, who sported a rather splendid coat. This nameless female vet said the treatment would involve three visits, and this seemed to be because she was still breastfeeding her baby, who I think was called Philip.
That's all.
(In fact Oscar came, and treated Blue - who wasn't at all brave - and all was well. I told Oscar my dream. He looked perplexed. He doesn't have a sheep called Gillian.)
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Obviously your inner J.K.Rowling is sending you story ideas whilst you sleep. Askher to include full plot summaries as well; it might lead to lasting financial success. It's worth a shot!
ReplyDeleteThis one wouldn't sell, I'm afraid!
DeleteWhat a very detailed dream! Glad all was well in real life when Oscar saw Blue xx
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty glad too, Teresa. At least he didn't have to wear the lampshade of shame!
DeleteIt suddenly occurred to me that the woman vet is named Marley and she is a ghost.
ReplyDeleteBut what about the sheep?
DeleteI would bet money they the Ghost of Shearing Past, the Ghost of Shearing Present, and the Ghost If Shearing Yet To Come..,,
DeleteI have lots of weird dreams but I think I can be certain that I've never dreamed of a breastfeeding female vet with a sheep called Gillian. Sounds preferable to some of mine I have to say.
ReplyDeleteGraham it's made me really want a sheep called Gillian. It's a brilliant name for a sheep, don't you think?
DeleteYes I do. Which is rather odd because I like the name Gillian but I'm not so keen on sheep (except on a plate).
DeleteGraham, I'm rather fond of sheep (we had one once), but dislike the name Gillian. And I thought we had so much in common....
DeleteSheep do their best (or used to when there were sheep on the adjacent croft) to destroy my garden.They also have a suicidal tendency to run in front of cars. So if you dislike the name Gillian but like sheep why do you think it's a brilliant name for a sheep?
DeleteI really don't know, Graham. It just is. Weird, I know.
DeleteAnd I bet Oscar has never been breastfeeding any babies, either.
ReplyDeleteA few nights ago, for the first time in my life I had a dream with terrorism involved. It wasn't nice. I still find it amazing that I have not had any terror dreams before this, with the topic being omnipresent in all media for many years now.
I takeyour point, Meike, but don't you find dreams rarely reflect the relevant?
DeleteYou always make me smile, Frances - love the dream!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed it too, Rosemary, and rather hoped it would continue last night. Sadly it didn't. I miss Gillian...
DeleteHad you been eating cheese before going to bed, Frances?
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, I think I had, Lynne. I must eat some more.
DeleteWhat a strange dream, but most dreams are inexplicable don't you think. I'm rarely successful in getting back to a good one and not sure I would want to get back to yours. Glad all turned out OK in real life.
ReplyDeleteMaggie, I'd love to get back into that one. Fat chance, though.
DeleteI know you have cut back on your blogging but have you popped over to mine yet: https://www.outofyorkshireblog.wordpress.com
DeleteMaggie, I certainly would,if I could click on it!
DeleteSorry Frances, I don't know why it doesn't change to a link when I type it in.
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