The IdleBacon Blog

Had a weirdly nice dream last night.

I started off stood near a bus stop in Southampton, outside the office of the lettings agency we were with last year. There were two Polish people trying to get on a bus, but they didn’t speak a word of English. The other people in the queue were getting annoyed.

Then I turned around and got in my old Mini. Reversed a little. Bumped into the car parked a decent amount of space behind me – Oops – and drove off in the opposite direction. I got quite close to Thomas Lewis Way when my car disappeared and I started running (Running!?) back to Eastleigh. I caught up with a man and his dog, also running towards Eastleigh (Dunno where all the cars had gone!) I over took him, but he later over took me.

Thomas Lewis Way suddenly became the Eastleigh Town Centre end of Southampton Road, where I caught up with the earlier-talked-about man, who was looking significantly younger than before and was now with two friends and no dog. He was hot.

Anyway, they were taking up most of the pavement, so I had trouble overtaking them (apparently I had somewhere to be) but somehow eventually became the 4th member of the group. They had decided they wanted to go swimming. So we did.

It wasn’t Fleming park, but it looked familiar. Amazingly, I already had my swimming trunks on underneath my jeans, so took my top and jeans off, and was ready to go. The guy, now my age, striped and jumped in the shower to get wet, then came up behind me and bear-hugged me. I went weak at the knees. And I knew he enjoyed it too. The weird bit now though – you know the clear screen protectors you get on your new phone? – He had stuck two of them (human-sized and shaped) on me!

So I walked a rigidly to the pool – which was packed (School holidays, innit) – took the screen protectors off, and got in. Where we just stood around (It was only a little more than waist deep) making small talk.

No one was actually swimming. There were two pools, the second was a lot smaller. I had a wander around the site. The second pool turned into my bedroom, where two people were staying, they managed to explain it away that it was alright and off I walked.

In the next room was all the food – it was definitely a party – I returned to the swimming pool and found the new friend I came with. With a click of your fingers, all the water disappeared, the two pools, my bedroom and the other food room was now one big area, and we were all wearing suits/tuxedo’s. Music started and the real party got underway.

Me and the guy were just lent up against the swimming pool wall watching the crowd, sexual tension was rising. I liked him. And I think he liked me too!

At one point, he put his  arm around me, and a bit later put his hand in my pocket, pulled my hand out, where we held hands for a while, kind of lent proping each other up. I’ll be honest, I think I wanted to kiss him. But apparently we’d turned into embarrassed school children. It was cute.

Then, bugger me, JEREMY turned up! That made things awkward. Because in this life apparently, me and Jeremy had history. I’m have no idea what the history was, but you could feel the tension between the ex and potential. Anyway, some random Asian chav I recognise from around Eastleigh got his walk-on extra part by dancing to Olly Murs new single (Which I know figure was actually being played on Galaxy at the time – I must have been subconsciously listening) and all was right with the world.

That’s where it ended.

I hope my new friend comes back in future dreams. Or I figure who he is in real life – They say you never forget a face, even in dreams the faces you see aren’t made up, so he is out there somewhere, I just gotta find him and invite him to a pool party.