I'm sure we had a thread about this before, but I can't find it.

Anyway, last night I had a dream in which I was standing in a field crowded with people, all of whom were staring up at an under-construction skyscraper which was already so tall that it made you feel queasy just to look at it.

Standing on a concrete slab suspended precariously from a crane at the very top of the structure was our own Ton Ton aka Kris. What had happened was that this skyscraper was a money-making venture launched by the Premier League, built partly on playing fields, causing much controversy... but Kris had somehow managed to broker a deal whereby once the profits for the Prem had exceeded £650 million, and the profits for assorted other investors had exceeded £600 million, the Prem would start pouring £50 million of additional profits into grass-roots football. Kris was addressing a previously-sceptical crowd from the precarious concrete slab to announce that the moment had arrived, and the money was about to come through.

Oh, and throughout his speech, he kept throwing white towels into the crowd, like Elvis.

Anyway, at the climax of his speech, Kris suddenly jumped. There was a horrible moment when, as he plunged, it became clear that whatever was trailing behind him (one assumed it was a parachute) wasn't going to open. He fell into the crowd with a thump, and Purves Grundy, who was watching proceedings with me, said "Fucking hell, he's dead!"

But it turned out that he'd landed on a huge inflatable crash mat (and the thing trailing behind him was just another of those white towels), and he stood up and waved, to mass cheers.

Purves said he might try making a speech like that when he's nearing completion of the treehouse he'd promised to build for the Junior Grundies.

"Friends, Romanians, countrymen..." I quipped.

Then the dream kind of fizzled out.

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Oh, and throughout his speech, he kept throwing white towels into the crowd, like Elvis.

As long as he didn't do it like L7.

Ha ha ha.

I had a nice dream which starred one of you. There was a train trip, and then some kind of staying in tents. A bit like a school trip I suppose. But it was a lovely atmosphere, sort of late summer evening contentment, which is very unusual for a dream.

Oh and it was all very innocent before anyone thinks otherwise.

That's strange, in my dream about you last night there were tents, but we weren't camping.

SR made an appearance in one of my dreams recently. I have no memory of what he was doing in the dream, but the hair was unmistakable.

It was the hair apparent?

I think SR's dream will be enough to make Kris feel queasy.

No - locks familiar though.

No offence, but I think the day (or night) I actually start dreaming about OTFers is the day (or night) I make some drastic changes in my life. Like getting one, for example.

Edit: reply to Hobbes

I have nightmares about you.

Do I look good, though? (How) am I dressed? Is my hair o.k.?

I once had a dream about your brother, Ant, many years ago when I saw him every day, of course. No funny business though, you will be glad to hear, it was something drearily work-based if I remember rightly.

Never had a dream about an OTFer, but I had the shittest ever Nookie Dream about a girl at work a couple of years ago. In the dream, we'd already had the nookie, she was pregnant and determined to keep it, and I was worrying about what to say to Mrs E. Fucking Kitchen Sink Drama dream it was. Didn't even get to dream the shagging bit.

In my dreamworld, the shagging almost always tends to get censored. Many people have said the same thing. Perhaps that censorship s the brain's wise method of preventing the dreamer awakening to an unwelcome sticky and wet sensation?

Do you see a train going into a tunnel instead?