Dreams can come true?

It became apparent at 7.25 this morning that I knew Chris Martin intimately – As I listened to Violet Hill with PG humming in my ear, I realised that I’d dreamt of Chris and Gwynnie last night and all I could remember was all of us in a clean clinical hotel type place with Gwynnie standing there, hands on hips tutting at Chris and looking on and then Chris sticks his face in mine – with all his big hair and says ‘come back soon’ and pinches my bum.

I felt a little affronted at this indiscretion, especially as a) his gorgeous wife was looking on b) I didn’t know what I’d done to warrant such an invite and c) I don’t even fancy him!

Now if it had been any member of Take That then the dream would’ve taken a whole new twist but I won’t go into that now. I wonder if that will ever happen – not Take That… the Chris and Gwynnie scenario?

You see, I have a theory after my Helen Daniels dream of years ago…which is where I dreamt I was a character in Neighbours and I was at Lou and Madge’s house or was it Harold, oh anyway where Charlene and Henry lived – and I was having a conversation with them, then a few weeks later I saw the exact episode on telly and the character whose eyes I was looking through was Helen Daniels – spooky.

So my theory is that maybe I was, in a former life, Helen Daniels and because now it’s happened, I quite fancy a pinch on the bum from Chris Martin…

Right, I'm off to dream

Posh Al x