The next decade....what's in store?

My last dream

Wednesday night, it was all about cricket. Well before, I dreamt that a girlfriend of mine bit a lizard as it was running past her. (She's pregnant now so nuh bodda wid oonu superstitious stories). Then she asked for oxygen like it was part of her normal routine. She wasn't sick or anything.

Next came the cricketers. I arrived at a place where they all were...I think it was the Pegasus, well it was a hotel, a large one. There was something I was to attend and I was early. When I reached, one of the ladies who works with the West Indies Cricket Board said "Michelle, remember you had promised to do a training session with the guys on talking to the media". Eeegad.

I had forgotten all about that apparently, but as I always have my computer with me, and had material there was no problem. The cricketers were gathered in a meeting room and 'backstage' there was an LCD projector and screen, so it didn't come off as if I wasn't prepared.

Turn on mi computer roun'-a'back, to check the Powerpoint slides, powered up the LCD, everything was A-OK, so brought the stuff around in front of the players in the meeting room.....

....ooops.....I gotta go potty. And it was REAL urgent. So I devised an exercise for them to do at the start of the session, group work you know, and off I went.

In truth, I was just about to pee the bed....I swear! Made it to the toilet in time. How come dreams about urinating always coincide with reality?

Excuse me, I gotta go potty (for real).

Oh, I'm up this late because I'm watching cricket. West Indies won the toss and batted first. We made 263 runs, Wavell Hinds got a century. Not enough runs, but who knows....maybe our bowlers can pull something special out of the hat.

Posted by yamfoot at January 21, 2005 02:19 AM