During the day I remembered the other dream which I had last night, and in many ways I wish that I didn’t remember it.
In this dream I had broken in to a house in southern Canberra and somehow landed on the resident cat, killing it. The cat’s owner then arrived home and found me with the deceased cat…she was mortified and called the police. I offered to send her a new cat, before running home.
It is entirely possible that the dream which I mentioned earlier in which I was arrested, was a sequel to this dream.
This one could just be a withdrawal symptom due to not seeing any Stargate SG-1 for nearly a week.
I only remember small amounts of this dream, however the basic premise of it was that replicators (the metal bug-like creatures from Stargate SG-1) were spawning in my bedroom and were starting to take over Canberra. I, and a few other people, moved to the highest ground we could find (the top of my bedroom cupboard) to avoid the plague of replicators, however this didn’t last long as the replicators started to eat the cupboard, and we faced imminent doom.
I remember the dream ending just as a replicator was about to reach my leg…so I suppose it could be considered a nightmare really.
In this dream I was walking down a street (which appeared to be a cross between an alleyway in Reid, and a street in the fictional Borough of Sun Hill, from The Bill) and was being followed by police driving very slowly on the footpath. It was not apparent to me why I was being followed.
I then walked inside (in to a building which looked like a Dentist’s waiting room), sat down, and started filling out a form which had many questions about my mood and activities over the course of the last week. A woman from ACT Mental Health then turned up and wanted to verbally ask me all of the questions on the form.
I was happy about this and obliged, and the dream ended.
As I write this, a vague recollection of a dream from last night is coming to me…it seems that I was arrested in this dream and sedated with a kettle (not that I have the faintest clue how that works).
It’s funny how technical issues never seem to come alone. When one thing fails, you can be sure that something else will go on holiday as well. The following is from Tuesday’s “A Current Affair”.
What amused me even more than the technical issues (and is sadly lacking from the YouTube footage) was when Tracy went back to the story about teenage girls attacking each other, she read the same introduction word-for-word, without a hint of it being the exact same story she introduced earlier.
Thankfully though, when she went back to the Moran story, she did refer to it as “returning to our top story”.
As for why I was watching ACA…well I was watching WIN News while I was having dinner, and couldn’t be bothered changing the channel.
I have had some very strange dreams this week, including about half a dozen last night which I kept waking up from, and don’t remember any of.
The dreams started earlier in the week when, in the first dream, I was going to walk from my hotel room to the 2QN studios and decide to take a shortcut. I walked in the opposite direction to the studios, and walked through the common garden area of an apartment block (which doesn’t actually exist, as far as I know) and ended up on the stairs of the apartment block where I was stopped by a woman who claimed to be one of the residents.
She informed me that she didn’t recognise me, and that I must be a guest. She then informed me that every key in the apartment block opens every door, and guests are sent to random apartments.
The dream ended at this point, however it had a sequel the following night.
In the second dream I once again walked over to the apartment block and encountered the same woman, still rambling about all the keys to the apartment block being the same, but this time she was with her husband, and they both started complaining about the local FM station which, according to them, was called “The Voice”.
The woman then went on quite a rant about how she doesn’t like people saying “raffle tickets” on the radio, and is quite appalled that people would even consider “saying such messy words”.
She also complained about short people hunching over microphones, despite the fact that, as a listener, she wouldn’t be able to see it happening. Amusingly, her husband posed as a short hunching person while she complained about short people hunching over microphones.
The dream then (thankfully) ended as I was woken by my alarm clock.
It’s a few days behind schedule thanks to the weather, but it’s finally happened, James Scott is broadcasting live from a hot air balloon this morning on Canberra’s 1WAY FM, 91.9 and 94.3 FM.
A pilot on a Continental Airlines flight died in mid-flight and the plane landed safely near New York City under the control of two co-pilots, authorities said on Thursday.
Continental flight 61 from Brussels landed at Newark Liberty International Airport, according to Continental’s website.
“The captain of Continental flight 61, which was en route from Brussels to Newark, died in flight, apparently of natural causes,” Continental said in a statement.
“The crew on this flight included an additional relief pilot who took the place of the deceased pilot. The flight continued safely with two pilots at the controls,” it said.
The plane was a Boeing 777 with 247 passengers on board.
The pilot, 60, was based in Newark and had worked for Continental for 32 years, the airline said. Continental has one flight daily between Brussels and Newark.
It’s nice to see an aeroplane story where an airline has taken precautions to ensure that a bad situation doesn’t turn in to a disaster.