Wednesday 6 April 2016

The ramblings of the subconscious

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.)

24 comments:

  1. 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!

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  2. What a very detailed dream! Glad all was well in real life when Oscar saw Blue xx

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    1. I'm pretty glad too, Teresa. At least he didn't have to wear the lampshade of shame!

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  3. It suddenly occurred to me that the woman vet is named Marley and she is a ghost.

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    1. I would bet money they the Ghost of Shearing Past, the Ghost of Shearing Present, and the Ghost If Shearing Yet To Come..,,

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  4. I 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.

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    1. Graham it's made me really want a sheep called Gillian. It's a brilliant name for a sheep, don't you think?

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    2. Yes I do. Which is rather odd because I like the name Gillian but I'm not so keen on sheep (except on a plate).

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    3. Graham, I'm rather fond of sheep (we had one once), but dislike the name Gillian. And I thought we had so much in common....

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    4. Sheep 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?

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    5. I really don't know, Graham. It just is. Weird, I know.

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  5. And I bet Oscar has never been breastfeeding any babies, either.

    A 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.

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    1. I takeyour point, Meike, but don't you find dreams rarely reflect the relevant?

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  6. You always make me smile, Frances - love the dream!

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    1. I enjoyed it too, Rosemary, and rather hoped it would continue last night. Sadly it didn't. I miss Gillian...

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  7. Had you been eating cheese before going to bed, Frances?

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    1. Oddly enough, I think I had, Lynne. I must eat some more.

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  8. What 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.

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    1. Maggie, I'd love to get back into that one. Fat chance, though.

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    2. I know you have cut back on your blogging but have you popped over to mine yet: https://www.outofyorkshireblog.wordpress.com

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    3. Maggie, I certainly would,if I could click on it!

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    4. Sorry Frances, I don't know why it doesn't change to a link when I type it in.

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