Tuesday 25 September 2012

A quick break


Maybe it was all that talk of Hitler late yesterday, but last night I dreamed that Tony Blair had been sentenced to death for war-crimes, and the method of his execution was to be put into the ring with a Karate black-belt to fight to the death.

All the Heads of State turned up to witness the one-sided event, and it was all over pretty quickly when the Karate expert - acting as executioner - delivered a few swift chops to our Tony's neck and head, so that he fell to the ground like a sack of spuds.  I doubt if they would choose this method to kill Putin.

I know it sounds quite amusing, but in my dream it was actually a repulsive spectacle to witness, like all executions.

The USA was represented by a giant hippo, and by 'giant' I mean about this size of the Empire State building.  He was so large that the only part of him visible from the ground was his nose - two nostrils in a shiny, grey-black skin - which blocked out half of the sky.

A referee gave the lifeless Tony a few kicks to his bloodied face to make sure he was dead, then everyone went home.

Not all my dreams are as mad as this. The night before, for instance, I dreamed that I stumbled across the perfect holiday destination - a stunningly beautiful hillside overlooking a blue lake, with white-painted houses up it's side - each one a beautifully decorated restaurant and hotel. I booked us in with the friendly and charming owner of one, then I woke up.

I cannot remember for the life of me where that place is now, so I guess I will not be turning up for the booking. Shame - I could do with a nice break, as you might have guessed.

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  1. I once dreamt that I was an executioner; it changed my attitude towards the death penalty (for a while).

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    1. I have been on both sides of the sword in dreams. France's attitude to the death penalty was altered forever by the last public guillotining - it was a complete botch, and the victim struggled so much that two of the assistants lost most of their fingers on one hand.

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  2. Glad someone else has vivid dreams. The place in the photo looks perfect for that get-away - Greek Islands for a guess.

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    1. Yes, it's Greece, and also bears a strong resemblance to the place in my dream. Sigh... You sound like you could do with a holiday too - all that rain.

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  3. It would have to be a Hippo, wouldn't it? With my caustic views on US foreign policy so well known locally...

    Thinking about it though, Hippos are generally overbearing, throw their weight around and although they pretend to look soft and cute, are the most dangerous animals on earth.

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    1. Oh yes - I forgot that we were talking about Hitler a lot last night too.

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  4. Santorini. You wouldn't like it Tom. It's very hot, and walking up and down those steps and hills all day is very tiring. And even when you sit down, looking at a landscape painted totally in white gives you an awful headache.

    And that's before the earthquakes. And the volcano cone, even as we speak, rising up anew in the caldera...

    The last eruption set off a massive tsunami that was allegedly the undoing of the Minoans on Crete.

    I'd go back though..

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    1. Ah, I see. Bits of my family went there this year, and I have picked up the pumice from the beaches of Crete from that last catastrophic eruption. Definitely a place for sunglasses.

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  5. And also supposedly the site of the lost city of Atlantis?

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