Too weird

So I got my sleep, my head hit the pillow, which incidentally I had to share with small cat, and I was away, gone, completely out of it....and I wish I hadn't bothered!

I woke up four hours later with a stiff neck, sore shoulders, no evidence that Richard Gere had dropped by and I had nightmares, or should that be 'daymares', for what felt like the entire time I was sleeping.

I'm not into dreams, I don't dream often or at least I don't remember them if I do but this was very wired and one of those that kinda stayed with me long after I woke up. No doubt someone could analyse my daymare and come up with all manner of worrying theories but I prefer to just think I am odd from time to time!

So what did this dream entail?

I was in Manchester city center with a friend, though I have no idea who the friend was or why I was in Manchester. I had to buy a pair of shoes but half way through my purchase a commotion erupted outside in the street. I, along with many others rushed outside to discover that two police officers had been fatally shot and wounded. We couldn't see this in the crowd but we just knew the details...oh and for the remainder of the dream I only had one shoe on!

There were sirens and pandemonium everywhere and I recall being worried that that my cell phone wouldn't work because despite all the emergency vehicles no one was attending to the injured officers. I wanted to call for more help but every time I picked the phone up it fell to pieces, though the next time I tried it was intact until I touched it! I think I must have been inflicted with whatever the opposite of the 'Midas touch' is. It was all very peculiar, nothing worked correctly and no one was reacting in the manner I expected.

WTF was that all about then?? I think I'll book me a place at the priory!

Whatever, I woke up feeling like I had gone ten rounds with Muhammad Ali and my neck and shoulders are still complaining loudly.

Someone please remind me next time, that I am far too old to sit up on IRC all night anymore!