I Dream of Ghoulie (and Fossils. Lots of Fossils)

I’m off to Lyme Regis for a week of fossil hunting and sunshine (hopefully – the forecast looks good!) this morning. Forget sandy beaches and palm trees- this is what my heart longs for:

We’re staying in a cottage, so the chances of an internet connection are slim, so no blog next week. But before I go, I’d just like to mention the dream I had last night. I know dreams are usually pretty naff and of no interest to anyone but the person who dreamt it (‘And then my socks got up and commanded the zombie apocalypse! I mean, what’s that about?’), but I wonder if this one might resonate…

I was in a field (I think it was a park near to my childhood home), and there was some kind of Fayre going on. But there were no human punters, just lots of ghouls wandering from table to table, inspecting the humans who were bent over the tables, scribbling furiously. I wondered what they were up to, so I went to have a look. I was immediately charged by a ghoul. One of the humans looked up, thrust a pen and a piece of paper in my hand and said: ‘write! that’s the only thing that stops them!’.

So I sat down and wrote. And lo and behold, the ghoul calmed down.

I wrote for ages, but then my pen ran out. I couldn’t find another, so I tried to run for it, with one of the ghouls chasing me. I woke up just as it got me in a cold sweat.

No,. what do you think that was about?! (And yes, I that was rhetorical…)

See you all soon! I’m off to find me a whole load of Ichthyosaur  (yeah, dream on!)