Exploring A Dream

Where better to explore than the land of dreams… if you manage to record them you can read them back and pick it apart…

I was in a gameshow. It resembled Love Island. Participating were people my age, though we were all separated into groups, like on Britain’s Got Talent. We were all wandering a huge house with empty rooms and grand staircases. I had some new pet rats, and there were people from my childhood and my high school: A girl I didn’t like in school who was a b**** in real life and a bitch in the dream was unfortunately there, as well as my twin (who I love), her friends and lots of other people. I got through the first round of the game show though I can’t remember what we had to do, as did Uni friends, my twin, the B**** and then it began. Not sure if it’s significant but some of our old teachers were there too, as well as some made up ones who were really fit. There are always good looking people in my dreams.

What was amazing, was that in the dream I knew the public could hear me, as there were microphones everywhere. I knew that they’d agree with me and hopefully vote her out. It felt great. It was like Justice had been served without the need for a big confrontation. It’s like when people say ‘”God knows. Don’t worry, God will make sure them pay.” But for me it wasn’t God that knew, it was the audience.

Then we were deciding what our talents were going to be, as it was BGT meets Love Island.  My twin was saying she was going to perform a snorkelling show in which she would look for drugs from a drugs raid that had sank to the bottom of Ocean. I don’t know how she was planning on doing that act, as Snorkelling isn’t even a talent of hers, but I remember being very impressed with the ambition and faith that BGT could provide that size and function in a set. May we see a rise in a new kind of television show?

As I woke up, I thought, ‘How great would it be if this was the way that your entrance to Heaven or Hell was decided? You entered a house that was based on all the shitty reality shows and game shows we’re inundated with whilst we’re alive, so we all intrinsically know how to play, and then we let the public of Heaven and Hell decide who gets in. Obviously we would need to monitor those from hell voting, because they might vote great people into Hell just because they get an evil kick out of it. Conversely, people from Heaven might vote bad people into where they are because they think they deserve a better chance. In fact this idea would never work, because people would end up exactly where they didn’t belong. Then, both Heaven and Hell would become more and more diluted until both were pretty much the same. And then we’re back to how it was on Earth.


Published by toobusytowrite

My page is called “too busy to write” because we all think we are. Where you’ve been and who you’ve met may be nothing but something to fall asleep on now, but in 40 odd years they will be the stuff you try and remember.

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