Strange

I'm not sure my head is trying to tell me something. But I have been having strange dreams, really strange ones, not associated to the past, or present, and I hope not the future. I remember one dream I had two days ago. Strange dream this. I was in a prison cell, a funny prison cell, not a 10x10, even the cell was strange. It was arched and would have made a nice looking cell were it not for the flaking stone, which meant I was in Malta all right. It didn't feel like it, in the dream I was sure I was living during the French revolution, I even had a basque and petticoat to prove it. So surreal, but then if a dream isn't surreal, what is?! Back to the dream, I kept trying to look out of this barred tiny window but couldn't because it was too high. I was also getting irritated because I was wearing way too much clothes to be able to get out of something which only a cat could get out of. And I remembered my cats in the dream. Yes even they suddenly were living in France and during the revolution. And I thought of stripping down to my undies in a bid to be able to get out of the little window. After all there wasn't anybody about, and the only light came from a candle about to expire. But something held me back. I was too scared that someone might come and find me in my petticoats and kill my cats as punishment. Not kill me, but my cats. Which made it worse. And yet I was in no panic. I just lived in it and quite happily realised that if I kept all my garments on, then I'd be safe. So I just sat down in the arched sell, clad in French costume, with my six cats, and went to sleep. I didn't wake up in a cold sweat. I just woke up lazily checking to see if my cats were still next to me. They weren't. And yet I wasn't in panic. Then I just jumped up, oh God if this was the French revolution there was no Rothmans cigarettes. So I checked, this time in panic. And I found them, had a smoke and woke up the other half not intentionally...... I'm still not sure if he likes such wake up calls...