Be Like Bruce Lee going WAAAAHHHH!!!!….

October 3, 2005

Well I just got back from the secret hideaway on the coast and have walked in to find 3 bombs have gone off in Bali, Liverpool got a bushwhacking from Chelsea and I have to figure out where this restaurant is that I’m taking the folk in the office to for huge meal before Ramadan kicks off tmw (Muslim period of fasting and general chaos - note to self: must stop calling it Ramadam-a-ding-dong) - I have postponed actual work I get paid for until after I have caught up on these matters (and writing) - so things are a bit hectic - as things always are when you return after disappearing for 3 days of sitting on a beach whilst doing feck all about anything other than things that make you smile.

So don’t know much about much at the moment, but wanted to stop by and tell you about this fecked up dream I had first of all - I found a saved unsent text msg in my phone on Sunday afternoon and then remembered typing it after waking from rather extraordinary dream-tom-foolery during Saturday nights sleepathon - you see if I can still remember them, I normally scribble down dreams on a piece of paper when I wake, but in this case I only had my mobile close to hand - these vessels of story telling shipwreck on the rocks of reality when you return to the land of the living - you only have so much time to note down vital pieces of the tall-tale before it all sinks below the surface - if you’re not quick, it’s gone forever.

Ex-wife angry - Ninja children - battered car in the drive - I used a broom handle

..and then when I saw this I had a hazy flashback to some sort of Kill Bill Scenario and I had been surprised at home by my angry Ex-wife and her/mine(?) Ninja children - they had done a number on my car leaving it all battered up in the drive - and I remember going to the kitchen and getting tooled up by braking off the brush end of a broom and then coming out into the garden brandishing the pole to take them all on while giving a Bruce Lee style ”Waaaahhhh!” war cry.

I don’t know what happened after that - they probably kicked my ass and I woke up.

I don’t have an ex-wife nor can I remember who she was in the dream, I don’t have any children (although when I do I would like them to be Ninja’s - but then I think that is the hope of any potential parent) and I don’t have a car.

I also have no knowledge of martial arts - I do like Ninja’s however - there’s always been something cool about them - stealthy little buggers.

The only thing that could of inspired this dream is that Yuni used to be a Tae-Kwondo expert (she retired at 19) and she dropped the “So Smiley, what would you say if I was pregnant?” conversation into the mix while we where sitting by the sea earlier in the day - I was about to answer using sounds to make words, but it seemed my petrified look of open mouthed horror had answered for me.

It turns out that a few expected proverbial boats were supposed sail at this time of the month yet had failed to dock at port - during the recent week, when Yuni was not sure if they were going to make an appearance or not, she had considered the prospect of a possible mini-spo in the making - however, although a week late, ships are now fortunately sailing again - so there is no need for a ”down all tools and reorganise my whole life in general” shin-dig.

I assured her that IF any such thing should happen then we’d figure it out and I wouldn’t run away from my responsibilities.....

...as if I did she may come looking for me with her army of ninja children.