CAUTION: CONTAINS MATERIAL OF AN UPSETTING NATURE TO ME!

IF YOU DON'T LIKE MICE OR RATS - LOOK AWAY NOW. . .

This morning I had a weird morning.

I woke, looked at the alarm clock but couldn't see it as Iain had placed something in front of it. Why should I wake up properly to move it? I woke him and got him to do it. HA! That'll learn him!

Remember that he keeps the clock something like an hour and a half fast? I can't remember what the clock said but I reckoned it was 7am in the real world.

I lay. Eventually it occurred to me he hadn't wakened yet. I took my phone and looked at the time there. 7.30am. That was about half an hour of lying awake. I lay longer. Then realised that phone's clock hadn't been put back the hour so it was really 6.30am. I had been awake since 6am because of his stupid system.

I was not amused.

I didn't get back to sleep at all.

Apart from the time that it took to dream this. I don't mind if you don't want to read this - it wasn't very nice to dream either but I have remembered it in mega detail!

Iain and I were in *our* kitchen. I was opening a Pot Noodle and found a long white hair in it. I pulled it out. There were more. And more. And then they became matted clumps of hair. I pulled them all out and decided to complain to the company about this after I had my Pot Noodle. (Nothing much puts me off my food. . . )

The kettle boiled and just as I was about to pour in the water I realised there was a hole in the side of the pot and a dead bird on top of the dried noodles. I have a thing about feathers and birds *shudders* and this was enough to make me throw the whole lot in the bin.

Then I became aware of *the mice* playing in the ceiling and it was freaking me out. I told Iain to get rid of them NOW. He just laughed and said they aren't as easy to get rid of as that. I moved from one side of the kitchen to the other and from my new viewpoint I could see 6 mice and 2 rats playing on my kitchen floor. (I counted them. Between screams.) I told Iain to DO SOMETHING NOW,

He ran about picking the mice up gently in his hands and putting them outside safely. Of course they just ran back inside. He must have picked up the rats too because I saw them sitting on top of the hamster cage in the garden (hamster cage????) looking at me through the window.

Our garden suddenly was long and triangular (I used the word triangular many times yesterday when doing my write up for college) and there was a fence between us and our real-life next door neighbour Yvonne. Yvonne was in the garden with really long blonde hair and her family were playing football. Her dog barked incessantly. I freaked, shouting at Iain that if Yvonne saw the rats she would have Environmental Control down upon us faster than we could say Jack Robinson. Those were the words I used. Iain finally decided to do something so he came in to the house with Blacksmiths' Pinchers and started to bang on the back wall. Because the mice were in the back wall by now. This is where the dream began to be a tad surreal!!

I watched Iain hit the wall many many times as if it was a speeded up film. He banged and banged and the plaster started to flake off the wall. At one point he was flailing so fast it was a blur. But I still saw the blood splatter when he hit a mouse. He couldn't stop until all the plaster was off the wall and we had an exposed brick wall underneath. At least he got one of the blighters.

I can't remember exactly where it fitted in to the dream but I know that I could smell something foul in the room but can't remember what it was now. I don't think I have ever smelled anything in a dream before.

After he finished the wall off, we spotted a mouse's tail hanging down from the hole in the ceiling. Iain said "they are in the ceiling now!" I looked at him and said "I KNOW! THAT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TELLING YOU!"

That is about all I remember. I know there was more but that was the vivid stuff. I'm afraid to shut my eyes now!

What on earth was that all about then? Anyone have any ideas? I sure as hell don't!

I woke up at 8am then, not remembering having been able to get back to sleep after the 6.30am point and it wasn't until I was in the car that all of that came back to me.

(Wasn't I good not putting a photo of a mouse or rat in here?)

I can assure you, no rodent was harmed in the making of this dream!