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Austin Shackles
Guest
eating cheese before bedtime can result in strange dreams.
Last night, for example, I had a very clear, lucid dream wherein all the
usual suspects were at some LR show, which must've been in or near Matlock,
'cos at some point a subset including myself and Martyn went off to visit
Paddock Motors, and found it unexpectedly in the middle of closing down, for
no obvious reason - there was all sorts of weird and wonderful stuff for
sale at bargain prices, but nothing that anyone actually wanted.
We then (and several other people had appeared by this time) all piled into
a 109 SW (which seemed to be mine, although I don't one such a thing) and
went off back to the show. I recall quite clearly commenting that Paddock
motors' demise would be good for Beamends Richard...
The other odd thing is that my minibus was parked outside when we emerged
from Paddock. It wasn't just another bus like mine, I knew it was mine, but
what it was doing there I have no idea.
I'd just got to the point of suggesting a drink in recogntion of the demise
of Paddock, when my subconscious played a vivdly accurate rendition of my
mobile ringtone (which is the welsh national anthem) which woke me up.
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Austin Shackles. www.ddol-las.net my opinions are just that
"Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; and
therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee"
John Donne (1571? - 1631) Devotions, XVII
