Friday, December 3, 2010

The Dream Is Over.

I'd a dream about Simon Cowell last night.

This is how it went.

Simon could grant me one wish but I had to whisper it.
I asked for five thousand euro. Simon didn't understand my accent.
He kept asking - "You want a new haircut?"
(And his hedge head parting would flash into view.)
"No," I'd whisper- "five thousand!"
But he still didn't understand my accent.
"You want new haircut?" ...
(And his hedge head parting would flash into view.)

This conversation repeated itself over and over again...

My first thought on waking was "I only asked for five thousand...I could've asked for millions..."

Now I'm more worried about the fact Simon Cowell has gotten into my subconscious. The subconscious is meant to be my well of mystery, the source of my inspiration...primeval, irrational, untamed..a place from which poetry will one day leap...not Simon Cowell's head!
If he can get in...who's next? Louis?...Wagner?!!!

I knew telly was dangerous. No more x factor.

The dream is over.


Brigid said...

Funny, Niamh. Yes, you should have gone for the millions.
We are hair obsessed this week.

Bizarrely, Simon Cowell was in my dream two nights ago, and I was doing a sales pitch on him to write a song for Matt, I was saying 'I have the perfect song for Matt'.
He was so bored with me. I am hoping its a premonition.

Words A Day said...

Hi Brigid, Simon must be doing the rounds; like the policeman who patrolled the subconscience of Ted Hughes! Funny that both of us were asking him for something! Maybe it IS a premonition or maybe its a sign you should write a song for Matt :)

Niamh B said...

Ah, TV, isn't it mad? Definitely warps your head. I'm v influenceable when it comes to tv, and will watch whatever housemates watch, went through several months of action movies during college, then a year or so of all the available hours of soaps in later life. Both times the brain was severely effected!!

Words A Day said...

Lots of sympathy with your influencabilty! Bad tv goes with college...its a highly recommended hangover cure, if I remember rightly!

Old Kitty said...

Oh no!!! This wasn't a dream - it was a nightmare!!! And what a meanie Mr Cowell is too!! Boo to him!!

Yes no more x-factor for you!! From now on it's Strictly Come Dancing with the delectable Ann Widdecombe. Ahem.

Take care

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Words A Day said...

Old Kitty
Yes, def a nightmare! Though if I'd gotten the money it might have cancelled out his lordships presence!
Strictly come dancing?
are you leading me astray!:)

Words A Day said...

Everyday Goddess
Thankyou for an award!

KarenG said...

I love Simon, but who is he not to understand your accent? That is just so rude.

Words A Day said...

I know:).. and like, it was MY dream...some cheek!