The Dreaming

So I've had a couple of dreams this week which have been really, well, odd. Now I'm no stranger to strange dreams - there's the one where I discovered I had a fear of heights AFTER moving into a treetop community, or the one where I was mortally wounded in a Mexican standoff before an oral presentation at uni ( I collapsed and, presumably, bled out while giving that presentation) - but they seem to be coming in thick and fast this week!

In the first one I was hanging out in the Lower House, down in Canberra - but right in the middle of the action. No public gallery for Dream Simon, thank you very much. Then, out of the blue, Julia Gillard returns and is appointed leader. Of everything. We high-fived.

Last night I decided to give myself a haircut. Or, more accurately, Dream Simon decided to give Dream Simon a haircut. He was rubbish. After a lot of mucking around with the kitchen scissors and a pair of pliers (don't ask), out came the clippers... I did keep the beard though.

Finally, a few nights ago, my tablet was playing up and not letting me connect to the Wi-Fi on campus, so I decided to take it in to IT services to see if they could help. And of course, I was served by none other than Sir Ian McKellen. He wasted no time completely disassembling my tablet, and then muttered something about my 'Wi-Fi chip' not being connected. Sir Ian McKellen then rebuilt my tablet and presented it to me, good as new! Then we ate chips.

When I woke up, I was relieved to find that my tablet was working fine, I still had a full head of hair and the leader of our Nation was still that Honourable chap. Well, er, two out of three isn't bad, right?