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October 31, 2004

I Stevie Wonder about dreams

I’ve always wondered how Stevie Wonder could write and sing about the ‘beautiful’ women or ‘wonderful’ trees. I mean, he is blind after all. So then I started to think that maybe he dreams about these women and trees. Then again, do blind people dream, and if they do, what do they see? Then I confused myself even more. Ok let’s say blind people can see in their dreams. If Stevie did see that women sitting on a tree how would he know what a woman and a tree looked like to understand it?

Now if you believe the research that has been carried out you learn that people that were blind from birth cannot see in their dreams whereas people with vision up to the age of five for example can seem images in their dreams. Apparently this is because blind people from birth people lack the rapid eye movements associated with dreaming.

So that’s cleared up. Well sort of. You could argue who cares if blind people can see in their dreams or not. I mean what is the point of dreaming? In my experience you always miss the ending when the alarm goes off. If it’s a great dream you wake up and feel depressed that you have come back to reality. If it’s a bad dream it’s like watching a bad movie with you in it. But possibly the most annoying things about dreams is that they make absolutely no sense at all.

I was treated to a trilogy last night. First of all I decided to go to a house in Amsterdam in the middle of hostage seize. Despite the fact that twelve hostages were killed and there were men in black shooting very large automatic weapons at me I did not seem the least bit concerned about hiding. Then the police stormed the building and there were drugs everywhere. This was quickly followed by the moment of complete nonsense I was talking about. Apparently I was moving into the house that day and was cursing my luck that of all days I could have moved, I had decided to move in that day. I mean it was going to take ages to clear out the bodies and tidy up the bullet holes. I hate moving!

So that was my first delight. Well thanks. Thanks for waking me up at 5.30am – it didn’t even have a good ending. So it went from the violent to the extreme. Without even remembering the credits I find myself on the steps next to the beach taking pictures. Not taking pictures of the sea, the beach or even people, but stairs. Amazing I had convinced a friend of mine to video me taking pictures of the stairs. I can tell what you are all thinking ‘What happens next?’. Well I see some car keys on the side. Yes not the ending you are expecting I know, but films should have a twist. They were Alfa Romeo keys, which is the only thing that makes any sense because I own one.

Unfortunately for me I missed the ending on this. Like most boring films I fell awake. It was 6am now and I decided to catch one more before I went awake. I was on a station waiting for a train to Italy, as you do. I had got there really early. I mean I did not want to miss the train to Italy after all. Just as the train was pulling up I lost my shoes! What are the chances of that? I mean you can miss a train for all sorts of reasons, your car doesn’t start, the bus is late, you overslept. I can just imagine it now, I get to Italy two days late to see this dream (excuse the pun) girl I’m meant to be meeting and say “Sorry I am late, I lost my shoes on the platform when the train was coming”. I know men do give some bullshit excuses to women at times, but at least this was original. So I know you are all waiting to know whether I caught the train or not. Did get on shoeless? Was I wearing matching socks? Did I find them in time? The answer is that would be telling. I mean the dream would have to tell me first for me to tell you. I fell awake with excitement. I’ll going to tune in tonight and if there is anything better on, hopefully not any damn repeats.

Must go. I have just recieved an email from Dr.Benson Obabu who contacted me from the Burkina Faso chambers. My luck is really going well this week! It's the second email saying they want my bank account details so they can give me money! If this is the last you hear please understand that being 25,600 000.00 USD richer will change my personal circumstances somewhat. I would forward you the email so you can give your bank details as well but I feel Dr.Benson Obabu has chosen me for a reason. Hope you understand.

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