The men I dreamed about last night…

ThoughtBubbleI seldom remember my dreams – which is rather sad – and usually only if I get woken up during one. This morning at seven o’clock, I woke up and had been in mid-dream.

I was in a two-storey suburban house with stairs and an unseen mezzanine floor on which unseen film director Peter Jackson was adding a voice-over narration to a cartoon version of his Lord of the Rings which strangely involved the legend of Beowulf.

I knew the unseen Peter Jackson was doing this, because there was a large flat screen television screen on the wall of the upstairs hall where I could see the images of the cartoon adventure and occasionally hear Peter Jackson’s voice filling-in gaps in the narrative.

He was speaking in a rich, stentorian, deeply-growling mock-heroic English accent, which was strange given that Peter Jackson is a New Zealander.

David Don’t did... appear in my dream last night

David Don’t did… appear in my dream last night… oddly

Meanwhile, next to the upstairs hall, in a room into which I occasionally wandered, David Don’t, the magician husband of British comic Charmian Hughes was taking out of a dusty grey tin box some torn and tattered pieces of old grey parchment on which were hand-written indecipherable words in black ink. David Don’t works in a bank in the City of London and the torn and tattered centuries-old pieces of parchment had something to do with the bank.

I remember a teacher at my school told us that one theory of why dreams exist is the brain is like a filing cabinet and, in dreams, we are filing away new information and cross-referencing it with old information.

Last night I was watching Part One of Melvyn Bragg’s excellent eight-part 2003 TV series The Adventure of English which largely dealt with Old English – Beowulf and the like. Coincidentally, my blog of two days ago had been about rich-voiced comedy performer John Henry Falle’s interest in Beowulf and Old English sagas.

The Adventure of English is, at least for the moment, on YouTube.

Last night, I also stumbled on the second half of a BBC4 TV series on How The Wild West Was One With Ray Mears which dealt with the Great Plains and included at least one dusty grey old house and earth-brick-built homes which were called sod houses. I do not remember any musty, dusty grey boxes appearing, but maybe one did.

Comedy stage performer John Henry Falle was also talking to me in my blog two days ago about wizards while David Don’t is a comedy stage magician. So maybe everything in the dream WAS connecting with everything else and all the elements in the dream had happened in the last few days.

But, then, the human brain can find a connection between anything and anything as many a conspiracy theorist proves.

Perhaps I should start taking drugs or cheese to improve my dreams.

Last night’s How The Wild West Was One With Ray Mears is – apparently legitimately – also on YouTube.

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2 responses to “The men I dreamed about last night…

  1. I had to read the whole of Beowolf in its old english form for my english degree and am married to David. Also he leaves his old bits all over the house. And i am always finding bits and bobs in his drawers. So you are psychic. Please use these powers for good ends like world peace and my career.

  2. “he leaves his old bits all over the house” … the mind boggles …

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