scheherazade_79
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It seems I can't escape the AH.
Last night I had a really vivid, detailed dream about a meet-up with other members. What inspired it? Who knows. I've heard a lot of stories about the South UK meet-up from Mat, and last night I had a lethal combination of too much nutmeg on my dessert and an incapacitating joint before bedtime.
Not that I'm complaining, because the results have made me laugh all day.
I'm going to apologise in advance if someone acted completely differently in my dream from the way they usually do in real life. Like I say - it was a dream...
My Dream
Everyone was booked into a boarding house somewhere near the sea. I like my creature comforts, so I'd splashed out on a ground floor suite. Everyone else, however, had been put into one large dormitory room that looked like an army barracks.
The woman who ran the boarding house was a real old boiler, who had a 10 o'clock curfew and insisted that all lights were out by half ten. To make matters worse, both smoking and alcohol were completely banned.
As most of the residents were sleeping in the big dorm room upstairs, the landlady was sitting behind a table at the bottom of the stairs with a similarly sour-looking friend, checking that no one had been consuming alcohol off the premises.
For some reason, Og was the only person to be caught and sent packing from the boarding house!
The guys seemed to give up and just go for an early night, but BT, Mat and Tatelou came over to my room, with the intention of climbing out through the window and escaping to the off-licence or the pub.
As soon as my door was locked and we were sure that the landlady wasn't on patrol, we started to make our move, only to be disturbed by a frantic hammering on the door. It was EL and she was being chased by a group of skinheads. We opened the door to let her in, but unfortunately the skinheads managed to push their way in, too. One of them even sat down and smoked an entire packet of my cigarettes
We got rid of them eventually, but by this point I was so annoyed that I pulled out a big fat reefer to smoke. Mat instantly went into hysterics, because she was terrified that the landlady would smell the weed and kick us all out. So I decided to find a quiet spot somewhere else in the boarding house, and EL and Tatelou came with me.
This is where it gets slightly surreal. There was a massive indoor golf course in the boarding house with plastic grass. Og had somehow fought his way back in with a golf club, and was playing a game with Haldir, Hotchkiss and Liar. EL decided to join them, and somehow *blushing deeply* I ended up kissing Tatelou Liar saw it and threatened to tell the landlady, so Tatelou and I decided to go back to my suite to see what Mat and BT were up to.
When we opened the door, both Mat and BT were really drunk, lying on the floor and laughing with a half-empty bottle of gin between them.
And then I woke up.
Epilogue
So you see, I still think of you all, even though I had my hissy fit and left.
Last night I had a really vivid, detailed dream about a meet-up with other members. What inspired it? Who knows. I've heard a lot of stories about the South UK meet-up from Mat, and last night I had a lethal combination of too much nutmeg on my dessert and an incapacitating joint before bedtime.
Not that I'm complaining, because the results have made me laugh all day.
I'm going to apologise in advance if someone acted completely differently in my dream from the way they usually do in real life. Like I say - it was a dream...
My Dream
Everyone was booked into a boarding house somewhere near the sea. I like my creature comforts, so I'd splashed out on a ground floor suite. Everyone else, however, had been put into one large dormitory room that looked like an army barracks.
The woman who ran the boarding house was a real old boiler, who had a 10 o'clock curfew and insisted that all lights were out by half ten. To make matters worse, both smoking and alcohol were completely banned.
As most of the residents were sleeping in the big dorm room upstairs, the landlady was sitting behind a table at the bottom of the stairs with a similarly sour-looking friend, checking that no one had been consuming alcohol off the premises.
For some reason, Og was the only person to be caught and sent packing from the boarding house!
The guys seemed to give up and just go for an early night, but BT, Mat and Tatelou came over to my room, with the intention of climbing out through the window and escaping to the off-licence or the pub.
As soon as my door was locked and we were sure that the landlady wasn't on patrol, we started to make our move, only to be disturbed by a frantic hammering on the door. It was EL and she was being chased by a group of skinheads. We opened the door to let her in, but unfortunately the skinheads managed to push their way in, too. One of them even sat down and smoked an entire packet of my cigarettes
We got rid of them eventually, but by this point I was so annoyed that I pulled out a big fat reefer to smoke. Mat instantly went into hysterics, because she was terrified that the landlady would smell the weed and kick us all out. So I decided to find a quiet spot somewhere else in the boarding house, and EL and Tatelou came with me.
This is where it gets slightly surreal. There was a massive indoor golf course in the boarding house with plastic grass. Og had somehow fought his way back in with a golf club, and was playing a game with Haldir, Hotchkiss and Liar. EL decided to join them, and somehow *blushing deeply* I ended up kissing Tatelou
Liar saw it and threatened to tell the landlady, so Tatelou and I decided to go back to my suite to see what Mat and BT were up to.When we opened the door, both Mat and BT were really drunk, lying on the floor and laughing with a half-empty bottle of gin between them.
And then I woke up.
Epilogue
So you see, I still think of you all, even though I had my hissy fit and left.
