Snailing in the sand?

Like most people, I have a recurrent dream. Mine could be seen as a little mystifying to others and yes, myself.

In brief, in comprises of snails, sand, egg timers and a very sickly feeling. It's not the nicest of dreams as I know when I have it something terrible normally happens. Take the last time for example when my old employee sent me a letter the day after this dream demanding £530 within ten days, and the time before that my dog got ran over! What a lovely situation to be in.

It always starts off with me sitting on a beach talking to snails. The snails can speak English of course, but their mother tongue is something I haven't mastered yet. The snails are close friends and I talk about the weather, clothes and boys...the usual girl crack. Then all of a sudden, when I'm enjoying myself, downwards from the sky launches a massive old fashioned egg timer. In my state of shock I am demanded to count every grain of sand on the beach. Well of course, I know my boundaries and contest with the egg timer that the job in hand is ridiculously unfair. The egg timer had no understanding and threatens me until to get started. I'm obviously distraught at this point and ask the snails for help. The so called snail friends of mine slither away and leave me for dead. I ain't a happy and god does the egg timer know this. I go on and on and ask for a break but this slave driver of a timer is having none of it. I finely cave in and awake up often feeling very sick.

So, whet does this all mean? Do I hate snails? Are snails useless friends? and does an egg timer out there have a nasty vendetta against me? In some dream dictionary's, the seeing of sand within a dream means that life is slipping through my fingers. But others say that to see sand in a dream means to be at a loss and is indicative of famine! well who would have thought. But where does the talking snails come in to all this? Seeing snails in dreams connotes coming into contact with disagreeable people. Mmmm

Have a look at this, it freaked me out!

I've lost my virginity!

Blogging virginity of course...how dare you think of anything else!

Well it was harder than I thought to think of an idea for my blog, but after all that thinking and pondering I still had no idea what to do.

After a painstaking, hardworking, PR packed day at university I thought I would treat myself to a nap. I rather enjoy falling asleep to come dine with me in the early evening, so it was to my suprise when I awoke with the most spectacular idea (I will just tell you now that I like to big my ideas up a little if you haven't noticed) to try and divulge the context of my erratically unconventional dreams, or as my mother calls them, 'my over active emotional outbursts'.

Its a dream!(no pun intended)

So here we go...