Sleepstars.
I can’t imagine
many people dreamt they were in a TV special about Hear'Say last night.
In fact, I can’t
imagine many people have dreamt they were in a TV special about Hear'Say on any given night. It’s alarmingly
specific. Or at least it sounds that way, until you learn it was actually a
strange mash-up between a programme celebrating the prefabricated pop group and
a function gig with Shirley Bassey. The lines blurred, yet made sense in my
unconscious state. It was only when I woke up that I questioned it.
(I must stop
dropping acid before bed.)
The fact I
remember it so vividly illustrates how badly I’m sleeping of late. I have no trouble dropping off, but my nights are so dream-filled that I feel I’m
getting little rest. I then wake up between 5:00am and 6:00am, and can’t get
back to sleep. It’s a vicious, sleep-deprived circle that I’m in.
(…which makes me
write sentences like that.)
I’m surprised my
brain had enough information stored on Hear’Say to work up a dream about
them. The only band members I can remember in my conscious state are
Myleene Klass and Shrek. This probably explains the sudden gear-change to
Bassey. Who doesn’t dream about Shirl? She seems so friendly and easy-going.