One difference was that they had a small cupboard outside with a barrel of beer in it which looked very manky but the guy selling the house thought it was a good feature.
I realised I couldn?t really pay for it and was just wasting the guys time, and so I thought whilst I was in Chichester I?d go out for drinks before I headed back to Ramsgate. A few of my friends from Ramsgate were there along with one of my old housemates but no one really wanted to go for drinks.
What a weird mundane dream and the thing is that I can see where all the parts of the dream came from. Coming from chats I?ve had, TV programmes I?ve watched, and the fact that I had the chance to go to Chichester this weekend but had to turn it down as I already had plans for here.
Mundane dream huh. Isn?t it bad enough to have to be at work all day, only to go home and bore yourself in sleep? Oh for those teenage dreams again.
I know a good shrink, if you?d like find out more. The dreams I have, I?m surprised the poor fellow hasn?t gone round the twist himself.
Good writing. Did you intend for it to be so stream of consciousness, so flowing with thoughts and associations? It reads like a dream, like one of those novels by Tama Janowitz or Bret Easton Ellis.
Just a dream. When I woke up I immediately wrote down what I remembered and then later I put it in the post (although I did have to impove the grammar which is never that good when written down in a daze.)