Recurring Dreams And Some Morons

I've been having two recurring dreams over the past year and I'm not sure what they mean.

The first sees me walking around various urban and countryside locations completely naked. I am looking for trousers but I'm not that fussed about it. Sometimes these dreams have an international flavour which sees me walking around foreign cities buying pastries and halfheartedly trying to find some pantaloons.

The second sees me constantly fretting with the need to finish my dissertation, with the theme being it's only a few weeks to go until the deadline and I have yet to even start it. O haven't had to do a dissertation since 2005 but this could be a relic of the panic from my Masters days when I needed a six week extension due to a variety of circumstances.

In other news, on walking home from the gym last night, some snooty morons called me a "long haired bastard in red shorts" as I was walking through the bus station. They must have been hard as they were in the park some 100 yards away. There were about eight of them though so I decided to ignore them, although had they been closer things may have turned out differently. It's the first such instance I have experienced in Pudsey, in three years, I guess you get morons everywhere. There were people on the bus station and shops and bars were still open so there were escape routes but it was still a little intimidating nonetheless.

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