Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

I didn't tell you about my dream the other night. I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget but I just could not be bothered blogging. Funny thing I sometimes forget I have actually posted something here. There's a post here for almost every day and I often have no memory of writing it.

Anyway, dream. It started in a street, there was some fuss about a dress, I don't remember this part too hot, but there was a big fuss anyway and then sometime later this little girl skipped past me to hail a cab. Big yellow New York one like cabs always should be. She had her long hair in a french braid, I remember because I can't do it but my aunt could and she used to twist my hair on top of my head when I was little and my hair stretched all the way down my back. I was watching a programme just there and this girl had this wondrously long braid and I sort of want that. I also sort of want to chop it pixie again but I probably won't. So she skipped out, dragging a suitcase and she was wearing the dress. Black and white and skimming her ass as she leaned into the road. She slid into the cab and the boy with me whistled. We were in the jungle. We stayed in the trees not wanting to touch the swamp. My view cut to the three guys on the other side. They were posed smiling bubbles under the water and I worried. He told me not to care and then I lost any control over the dream. There was a crocodile. They panicked but it was in the way of the only exit. But an Irish guy threw a rock, and he kept on throwing stuff until it was buried under some sort of large computer. I saw this scene so many different times. I kept waking up, and then I'd shut my eyes again and see it and I couldn't understand why so I made my Irish man who switched into many different men and eventually started to cry kick the computer which was now a box off and there was the dead crocodile staring at the trio with the dress and a braid in its teeth.

"This is fucked up. Fuck you guys," said my Irish man and he started throwing stones again at something else and then my mum woke me up by hovering by the end of my bed and I freaked out.