Nothing is more boring than listening to other peoples' dreams. But that's tough 'cos I had an odd dream last night and I'm going to tell you about it.
I was at a friend's funeral. Not sure whose, but he was a good friend. I was sitting in the pew when I noticed my friend Jon standing in a tiered-stand at the side of the church.
"That's a good idea", I thought, "we're his best mates. That's where we should stand". So I went and stood next to Jon.
That's when I noticed I was stark-bollock naked. If you know me, you'll know that's not a good thing.
[Although, as I looked down at my dream-self, I was less fat and hairy than the real me. Quite buff, in fact. I only needed the one hand to preserve my modesty though - dammit!]
Then all my other friends (back from university days) turned up to stand with me - including Fil who died earlier this year.
Now, I only mention this dream because of something that happened the other night. The Wife woke up to find me standing in the bedroom doorway. Again, I was stark-bollock naked. It seems I asked her why she hadn't woken me up. She calmly explained that as it was only 4am, it was a little early for work. She then asked what I was doing and I said:
"I'm standing here so everyone can see me". Or words to that effect.
After that, I went back to bed.
As far as I know, I've never sleep-walked (slept-walked?) before. But I do know I really don't have any secret exhibitionist tendencies.