As some of you may have realised, I sometimes have strange dreams that I can remember really clearly. Recently, though, I have had 3 that were stranger than usual because they featured blog friends...
It started when I dreamed that one blog friend (who I will not name, but she is welcome to own up if she wants to) became the new Lara Croft, and I seemed to be the only person who realised who it was. To everyone else she was just the latest incarnation of the video game heroine.
My next subject was Ali who blogged about it and provided a wonderful picture of herself to go with it! Check it out.
Most recently I had this one.
A nuclear powerstation fairly close to where I live has gone into meltdown and is on the verge of exploding and killing everyone for miles around. Who will save us? How can we escape? There is only one chance.
"Please, Terri, come and save us all! You are our only hope!!!!"
A streak of red, white and blue flashes over the horizon - SHE IS HERE, WE ARE SAVED!
Looking amazingly like Supergirl, but with a big letter T on her chest, Terri flies to the powerstation, lifts up the whole thing on its foundations and flies up into space with it. There is a silent, distant flash as the reactor explodes.
We hold our breath, waiting to see if Terri is safe.
Back she comes, to ringing cheers from the gathered crowd. She lands and shakes her hair back into place, the only evidence of her recent experience being a small but very fetching smudge of black on one cheek, and looks at us disapprovingly.
Terri then goes into a short but cutting rant about how she was about to put her feet up and take a well earned rest when we called for help, so instead of resting she had to fly half way around the world to save our sorry asses. Don't do it again, OK?
The streak of red, white and blue disappears over the horizon.
Goodbye, Terri, thank you for saving us, sorry for disturbing your rest...