Can't find it with OTF's search engine but I know we had one a while back.
Anyhow, for a while now (probably 3 years) I've had a recurring dream where I'm at a place that feels like I'm on holiday (my family are around me, and we're at a beach, or looking down on one from a cliff) and suddenly all these tornadoes appear - the tight, waterspouty-like ones, and I'm watching them pass in front of us, marvelling at them, worrying that some will come close to us but none ever do, it just becomes an awesome spectacle that we watch pass by.
Last night, I had exactly the same dream, me my wife and kids were in a car by a beach, eating fish and chips, and the tornado came back, only this time as we were watching it, it spiralled round, and blew right into us, knocking the car over and, as Michael Caine would put, blowing the bloody doors off.
Now then. In the middle of last week, I was offered a proper job by my employer, one that really excites me and that will properly stretch me (but also really challenge me with the prospect of actual success or failure), for the first time in, ooh, say 3 years? In that time I've really just been treading water and taking the piss at work, and yes, feeling a bit glum when I hear of other people being offered similar chances to the one I've now got.
That must be it, mustn't it? I'm fairly certain my mind isn't any more complex than that.
Anyhow, for a while now (probably 3 years) I've had a recurring dream where I'm at a place that feels like I'm on holiday (my family are around me, and we're at a beach, or looking down on one from a cliff) and suddenly all these tornadoes appear - the tight, waterspouty-like ones, and I'm watching them pass in front of us, marvelling at them, worrying that some will come close to us but none ever do, it just becomes an awesome spectacle that we watch pass by.
Last night, I had exactly the same dream, me my wife and kids were in a car by a beach, eating fish and chips, and the tornado came back, only this time as we were watching it, it spiralled round, and blew right into us, knocking the car over and, as Michael Caine would put, blowing the bloody doors off.
Now then. In the middle of last week, I was offered a proper job by my employer, one that really excites me and that will properly stretch me (but also really challenge me with the prospect of actual success or failure), for the first time in, ooh, say 3 years? In that time I've really just been treading water and taking the piss at work, and yes, feeling a bit glum when I hear of other people being offered similar chances to the one I've now got.
That must be it, mustn't it? I'm fairly certain my mind isn't any more complex than that.
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