Don't Send Me To That Meat Camp!

Run, run, run while you can because I'm not all that fond of Gingerbread men. They seem to have awful fashion sense and lack taste. Right, now I'll stop with the bad jokes...

Today, and a fine day it is, I have to talk about something very important to me that involves many things like trains that lead to meat camps and a venue that looks like a circus [and I really hate the circus]. Basically, although this may be extremely obvious, I keep having some really weird dreams and I can't figure out whether they are actually dreams or nightmares.

Probably the strangest one I've had in a while was the one about the meat camp which also involved a gay camp. So I'm really confused. This particular dream started off strange and then sort of went normal and then strange and then stranger until I eventually woke up. Here's what happened:

1) It started off with me being upset because tragically I had these big [and I mean BIG] spots all over my back that were filled with pus and some random man appeared in my house and popped them all. It was quite painful according to my dream self.

2) Then I went to meet Gemma because we were meant to be going to Give It A Name and all this weird stuff happened that I can't really remember. Eventually I found here in this crazy dome of a building where she was playing with Lego or something like it. Anyway, she told me she wasn't going to GIAN because I got those spots on my back and she couldn't be bothered.

3) I threw a major hissy fit and stormed out whilst everyone either stared at me or ignored me completely. It was shameful. Then I've forgotten a bit of it.

4) Somehow I was standing at a train station with Gemma and we were going to GIAN so we were waiting for a train to London. A train arrived and we got on it and only when it started to move did we realise it was taking us to some gay camp full of gay clubs and stuff. I look down the train to see my relatives on it. WTF?

5) We get off at the next stop and so do they. This train station is in the middle of nowhere just like the rest of my dream. We find a train to London but then I discover that my Grandad is being deceived and is about to be led on a train that takes him to a meat camp.

[This is the point when I mention that I have no idea what a meat camp is but I got that feeling in my dream that it wasn't meant to be a good thing for people. I don't think these meat camps exist in real life.]

6) Basically the dream concludes with us getting on and off random trains at 4am and never actually getting to London.

The other dream I had started off with GIAN too [why?] and ended with the end of the world. How happy. Although I think I can logically explain the bit when right after GIAN there was a major blackout and I think that's because in real life The Blackout played at GIAN. My mind works in strange ways.

Anyway, crazy dreams means that I wake up thinking that the end of the world has occured and that I live in a cave under a field.

Ps. Laura so rightly pointed out that when I said that GIAN was my first gig of 2009 it wasn't because I went to see Fall Out Boy in March.