Thursday, May. 12, 2005 - 12:02 p.m.
Best dream ever
Last night I was with Pollymagoo and two other friends. We met in a pub and then hurried down a ramblesy street like Bow Lane until we were in a really cute, low-lit hipster divey restaurant/diner called Helsinki, that was run by people from the far north of Europe.I'd not been there before but Zoe had and I was really looking forward to the rarities they had on the menu. We were all squished together on the vinyl banquette when we noticed that high in the inky-black sky outside and framed by the witchy-fingers of the bare trees, there was this morphing, blebbing, bright colourful mass. The more we looked at it the more it was changing and growing bigger.
Although I joked that this thing from outer space moving towards us was kind of Couplandesque, I was anxious deep inside and wondered if we should be fleeing to the hills. The others didn't seem to be too worried, though, and the waiters kept on bringing the wooden plates of northern food through the tables. We kept just being too anxious to order anything though.
People outside were shouting and we realised that the mass was coming closer and about to land on the street outside. Oddly enough, the closer it got, the smaller the space ship got.
I clambered over the seats to get outside, by which point the tiny paper space ship had landed, and out trotted the paper Viking King and Queen from Noggin The Nog! They stood ankle-height to me, but I bent down to welcome these monochrome warriors, who waved their shields and sticks and asked but one request of us.
They had come from Iceland and wanted to ask that the UK would support Iceland when it joined the EU.
And I was so happy and so relieved and so happy that the space ship had not come to cause us fear but brought brave messengers hoping for peace (in the brave new Europe). And I was laughing so hard in my dream that Noggin the Nog was REAL! And really from Iceland! And it was a happy ending! My subconscious must be a healthy place after all.
This dream was obviously brought to me by:
* Everyone having Scandinavian boyfriends apart from me.
* Yesterday's EU vote on weekly working hours.
* The bit in Cloud Atlas' (which I'm reading now) where there are advertising projections on the moon.
* Little paper Vikings wanting me to be happy.