Another good dream last night
For some reason, I was on the phone to Mike Tyson. It wasn’t even a real phone, it was one of those pretend phones made out of polystyrene cups and string that you made when you were wee (Completely ridiculous, but it worked like a normal functioning phone!) Anyway, I really needed to speak to him, I don’t what on earth it was about, but it was urgent. So I got through to him, and he immediately started talking all weird. He kinda sounded like a parrot. I got so annoyed because he kept babbling like a parrot and I couldn’t understand him and he wouldn’t let me speak. I started roaring at him “Mike I need to talk to you!!” But he wouldn’t shut up. So I got up and went out of the house and drove to Mike Tyson’s house. His house looked like a big hotel - maybe it was a hotel because there was a big car park. So I parked the car and got out - and I remember checking carefully that all the doors were locked. For some reason this was really important - I had bags of stuff in the back seat which must have had important stuff in it (but I don’t know what!). Anyway, I went into Mike Tyson’s house/hotel. I walked through a big bar/reception area with big seats and into a room. I don’t remember a thing about what happened in that room - but I got Mike Tyson and told him whatever I had to tell him. I came back out through the bar/reception area and back into the car park. I got to the car and I noticed the back door was unlocked (even though it was locked when I’d left it). Someone had obviously unlocked it and broken in and stole my stuff on the back seat. And I was confused and annoyed. Then the dream just ended.
I do worry about myself sometimes.