Last night I had a dream. I guess I must dream most nights but I can never remember them. But I could remember last nights dream.
I was in quite a panic. It was two days before the RAB TGO Challenge and I still hadn’t bough my kit. I was dashing around Birmingham like a lunatic panicking because I couldn’t find any decent gear in the local shops. It was a really horrible dream. Just when I realised that I wouldn’t be able to find any gear …
… I woke up!
This is all true. Aside from telling the world what a saddo I am. What else could it mean?
What would Freud say?..;-)
No idea.
As we say in this country, ‘Answers on a post card please’.
I think you are missing Ms Worral’s postings. These are referred dreams. I remember Shirley postponing a walk because she had the wrong ruckack. She chased around her hometown, bought a bigger one and then went on her walk.
Andy: You need a bigger tarpaulin. (This will require a bigger rucsack and heavier shoes!) Someone is trying to get you in touch with your ‘Heavy Side.’
All the best
Alan
Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh ….
…. not a dream, but a nightmare.
Stumbled across your blog while doing some research for a hike in Spain. Really good writing, but especially liked the photos. First class. Thanks for posting.