Dreadcore

Dream blog #1 20.04.17 Last night I dreamt I was at a lower league football match and I wasn’t wearing any underwear or trousers. My bottom half was wrapped in a duvet to hide my giblets. I was looking for an appropriate place to get changed into the red trousers and undies I was carrying. Dion Dublin was walking about the stand being recorded for a football show and a fat geezer walked past and barged him. He wasn't impressed and classed him along with a big crowd of hooligans. Now was my chance to make a break. I noticed a door so casually headed over trying not to get noticed in my duvet skirt. On the way I discovered some asylum seekers sitting on the side in rags. While I was distracted one of them stole my trousers and undies and handed them in to lost property who had then sent them to a van to be processed and sent to a charity depo. I ran to the van and was shocked to see it was a miniture toy van. I picked it up and shook it and demanded my clothes. The tiny driver pulled out a gun and tryed to shoot at me but I flicked the tony pistol out of his hand and opened the boot to try find my clothes. Nothing in there. Bollocks!