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Dreaming of Covent Garden
Just got out of bed after two hours of restless dreams about Covent Garden... Let's get it out of my system, because I was starting to spin around...
Although the scene looked very different, I am sure it was Covent Garden. I got caught up in a race with dozens of children, while copying a routine I'd seen overthere. It ended in running around in circles in a Shopping Mall. At some point I was launched by the centrifugal powers and landed metres away, finally drawing attention and a smile of a lady, some tables away.
When I finally came back, I found my Samsonite suitcase half trashed on those precious stones. This should not be a big problem, it was in a bad condition anyways and Em has one for sale. But as I neither had enough money to but myself a new one, nor actually wanted to do so, I decided to repair the damn thing.
In the hardware store that is on the corner of the Covent Garden in my dreams, the owner owner desperately tried to sell me sticky flatcable as duct tape. He offered me the best price he could, but fifteen pounds for three metres still seemed to be a little bit too much.
So I went to the supermarket, where I quickly returned as I saw an ex girlfriend in there, haunting me with her psychological horror. On the way out, I found a tooney on the floor, with the size of a saucer and picked it up, knowing it was the second time I fount money here and that I appearantly had the gods on my side again.
When I just left the supermarket, I realized I forgot my hat in there. And although there was no money in it and I still had to rescue my suitcase, I wanted to get back to pick it up. But before I could do so, I woke up with the nagging feeling I had forgotten something. It took me minutes to figure out why...
Now dear Marten, you seem to be a wise man, much into explanations of the true meaning of other peoples injuries. Can you help me out on this one please?
[ 07-26-2003: Message edited by: Pyromancer ]</p>
Although the scene looked very different, I am sure it was Covent Garden. I got caught up in a race with dozens of children, while copying a routine I'd seen overthere. It ended in running around in circles in a Shopping Mall. At some point I was launched by the centrifugal powers and landed metres away, finally drawing attention and a smile of a lady, some tables away.
When I finally came back, I found my Samsonite suitcase half trashed on those precious stones. This should not be a big problem, it was in a bad condition anyways and Em has one for sale. But as I neither had enough money to but myself a new one, nor actually wanted to do so, I decided to repair the damn thing.
In the hardware store that is on the corner of the Covent Garden in my dreams, the owner owner desperately tried to sell me sticky flatcable as duct tape. He offered me the best price he could, but fifteen pounds for three metres still seemed to be a little bit too much.
So I went to the supermarket, where I quickly returned as I saw an ex girlfriend in there, haunting me with her psychological horror. On the way out, I found a tooney on the floor, with the size of a saucer and picked it up, knowing it was the second time I fount money here and that I appearantly had the gods on my side again.
When I just left the supermarket, I realized I forgot my hat in there. And although there was no money in it and I still had to rescue my suitcase, I wanted to get back to pick it up. But before I could do so, I woke up with the nagging feeling I had forgotten something. It took me minutes to figure out why...
Now dear Marten, you seem to be a wise man, much into explanations of the true meaning of other peoples injuries. Can you help me out on this one please?
[ 07-26-2003: Message edited by: Pyromancer ]</p>