Burble

A dream diary entry.

In my dream there was a big fast food restaurant in London Bridge station (the food was all chicken, but it wasn't a KFC).  I was so drunk that I couldn't read the menu to decide that I wanted.  They were frying eggs and kept having to throw them away because they had broken the yolk.  I was floating and had to concentrate very hard to stay on the ground.  When I was coming down from the platform to the concourse I was hanging onto the hand rail and my feet were floating in the air above my head.  A bloke came up to me while I was struggling to keep hold of the handrail, and my drunkeness combined with my struggling caused me to completely ignore him - he wandered off saying something about me not having a watch, my watch was clearly visible though...

How sad.  I even dream about bloody train stations.  Maybe I should take up train spotting - I don't have a dirty enough anorak though...