Last night I had a dream featuring randy dwarfs and dozens of dancing elephants. Understandably I am rather traumatised by the whole experience and am left feeling a little dirty, used, and mentally violated (Oh, I do like my pop psychological terms which I imbibe from daytime chatshows.)
So today I have been trying to make sense of it all. Of course, being a little on the neurotic side I took this as a sure fire prophesy that I was about to fail finals. It all seemed so biblical. Just like that popular Andrew Lloyd Webber musical Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat where Joseph predicted that he was going to be head honcho through dreaming about sheaves of corn.
I consulted a dream dictionary in the local bookshop. Alas, my dream was nowhere to be found in this tome, which was peppered with only the common “running through the