Under the influence of
Hugh Laurie's SAG Awards win,
Stephen Fry's Tweetings and my poor brain (which is still under meds and off work for the snotty URI) I slept until around 1pm today and had a strange dream.
It was a bright sunny day, but had been raining earlier. My sister was driving me to work in my Dad's car (why? I have my own car and she lives in another part of the city) but instead of going into work, we went to a strange-looking dull postwar building and through to the terrace seating round the back of the cafe. Sitting at a table-for-two drinking coffee were Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie! Why they were there I'll never know, probably the kind of logical explanation you only get in dreams. Stephen was wearing the same clothes he wore last week on the Jonathan Ross show, and Hugh was wearing blue jeans, a red checked shirt and his hair looked like it had been bleached platinum-blonde a few weeks back - enough for unbleached roots to appear. He looked like he was dressed that way for a film role, although I couldn't work out what that role would be.
I approached them both and asked for autographs, telling Hugh how much I loved House and congratulations on the SAG Award. I started to fumble about in my bag and look around for something to be signed, as I didn't have my
autograph book from meeting the astronauts with me. I was also trying to be discreet and not attract attention which would result in a big crowd round them. Eventually I found some paper and Hugh wrote a message (which I can't remember as I was struggling to read his handwriting) and signed it. Stephen had disappeared by this time and had gone back into the main building.
It didn't take me long to track Stephen down. By contrast, the main building was modern and attractive and functional, including large double-entrance elevators (elevators with large floor areas and two or more entrances are a recurring feature of my dreams, they can be simple Lego-built platforms or large sophisticated 'floors' of a vast department store or hotel). Some of my workfriends were there, attending a meeting, and with their help I found Stephen sitting in a waiting area on an upper floor. I asked him for his autograph and he politely refused, but gave a long story about how he wasn't being unkind because a mark on an arbitary piece of paper wasn't the lasting impression he liked to leave, but a conversation with him was better than an autograph because it's personal and different every time, and an opportunity for both parties to leave a lasting impression on each other. I asked him if he would mind if I told people (ie my workfriends and my sister, wherever she'd driven off to), he said he'd rather I didn't tell the details of our conversation. I asked him if he'd mind if I told people I'd met him briefly, he hesitated but then smiled and said he didn't mind, and I said I'd tell people anyway - for which I got a hug from him :)))
The dream then progressed to the hostel where I apparently live, and where several workfriends also have little apartments, and we discussed evenings out to play bingo. Some people had been and enjoyed, others hadn't been but liked the idea, and I said I'd arrange a group night out at the bingo for us all. I said I'd ask my grandmother for advice about which bingo hall to visit - a sound idea, given her enthusiasm for bingo, but made tricky given that she died in 2000.
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