ONE of these days, I'm going to wake up and think the events of a dream are true. As one of our proof readers has pointed out - just make sure none of it ends up in the paper!
While my fellow quitter Heidi insists on removing her nicotine patch at night - to avoid nightmares - I'm showing my rebellious streak by keeping mine on. Not that I like nightmares, you understand... I just haven't had any.
What I'm experiencing is plain strange: short, extremely vivid dreams. They are of the kind that you can't change, no matter how hard you try to re-wind and start again. They show one scene each and nothing either side.
Last night's was a classic. I was at the altar in St Paul's (Honiton) and I said "I do". There was a man standing next to me and he also said "I do". I saw Reverend Roberts in front of us and I realised I was getting married. When I looked at the man's face, I saw that my 'husband' was Stuart Bavington (bass player - Repomen/Bleat), formerly of Sidmouth. We went out together for three years when we were in our late teens.
If that wasn't surreal enough, he instantly broke into song and people we knew as teenagers appeared playing violins in punk style. I could also hear drums, but I didn't see any.
He sang: "What can a poor boy do?"
Then I sang: "Better go back to your Moma, she'll look after you!"
Singing with me at one point was Taina Wells, of Sidmouth. Stuart's brother Greg sang and played a guitar. Dom and Giles were playing the violin.
How weird is that? Even stranger, when I woke up this morning I heard the same words again - it was Primal Scream's song Country Girl.
I bumped into Taina in Sidmouth the other day and I believe this chance meeting prompted that particular dream.
Because I couldn't see either side of the one scene, my dream didn't tell me what I really needed to know - was I a smoker or non-smoker?