In last night’s/this morning’s dream, I invented, built and test-drove… A Fishing Car.
Yes, I know. Because fishing is such a big part of my life. Not.
Even more bizarrely, the Fishing Car seemed to be modelled on a 1956 Ford Prefect, which (if memory serves me correctly) was the device responsible for the name of Ford Prefect, a significant character in Douglas Adams’ radio play, ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy’.
Because I am such a great engineer (obv), and because I am super-skilled in the specific area of converting ancient cars in to Fishing Cars, I had waterproofed the engine compartment. I had also built a breather intake (like the trunk air intakes that some Land Rovers have) and – get this – had also built a dual-purpose periscope/air intake thing for the driver.
A periscope? For spotting fish galavanting about on the surface?
On the test drive (drive?), I found a lake with a gradual shore and drove the car down in to the water until it was completely submerged.
So not too much a Fishing Car and more of a driving submersible.
And then I sat there, below the water, listening to the car radio (!), waiting for the fish to come.
I don’t know what I was going to do when the fish turned up because I didn’t seem to have figured out how to get the fishing rod, that was on the passenger seat, out of the car window without letting all of the water in.
But perhaps I had invented a cunning device to take care of that little obstacle.
I can remember that the water was so murky that I had to switch the headlamps on. Now that, you have to admit is completely brilliant.
Illuminated fishing! Oh yes, I have not only invented a driving submersible car-thing for fishing purposes, I have invented illuminated fishing for when the water is too cloudy!
Anyway.
What is it with me and dreams?
This is the second dream in a week that I’ve remembered on waking – normally I am unable to say whether I’ve dreamed or not.
The first dream was the Janet Street-Porter dream of which we shall never speak again; it still makes me shiver in horror and makes my skin crawl.
Sometimes (well, most times really) my mind can be a strange place to live.
Ummm. I think you are a complete fruit loop!
Sometimes I wish I could record my dreams, cause I reckon I have some blockbuster movies in them!
Erm, does that count as a wet dream?
Methinks you’ve been at the Blue Stilton again, haven’t you?
I completely missed the “In last night’s/this morning’s dream” part of this story and got very very confused and worried about how much spare time you have and how you choose to spend it.
Phew.
Annie, there’s no pulling the wool over your eyes, is there? 🙂
Vi, I think I’m broken. Two dreams in about 15 years. That’s got to be wrong.
Mash, The wrong kind of wet dream – at least from where I sit! No cheese was harmed in the making of this dream.
Roseski, I know I have too much time on my hands, but come on! 🙂