Strange Dreams

Roundshaw is a council estate in the London Borough of Sutton, but only about 100 yards from the boundary with Croydon. As vibrant as Croydon, but without the social mystique.

Hang about, isn't Croydon in surrey, and Sutton, don't tell me that both have been swallowed up, you're be telling me next that Wembley isn't in Middlesex any more! ( I am originally from east london, back in the days of gas street lighting, and Wolsely police cars)
 
Hasten to add, my knowledge is based on the fact that it was amusingly decided in the 1970s to move an inner London boys' grammar school (which I duly attended) out to a new site on the old Croydon airport. And build a sink estate next to it. Then wonder why there was periodic... tension... between the grammar pupils, almost none of whom came from the estate, and the estate lads who mostly attended a particularly rough secondary modern.

The highlight was an improvised blade thrown through the fence which embedded in the neck of one of our lads. That saw us prefects deployed with the police to escort the vengeful fifth-form to the bus-stops for a fortnight until tempers had cooled a tad.

I realise small beer these days with all the stabbiness in Croydon...
 

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I wonder if anyone would pay for something that allows you to have dreams to order?

What would you be willing to pay for? A dream of being racing driver, landing a fighter on a carrier, being a glamour photographer, kicking a former boss in the nuts and pushing him down a steep flight of stairs......

A friend once told me she had dreamt she was having sex with me. Awkward - as she was married and lying next to hubby at the time.
 
I wonder if anyone would pay for something that allows you to have dreams to order?

What would you be willing to pay for? A dream of being racing driver, landing a fighter on a carrier, being a glamour photographer, kicking a former boss in the nuts and pushing him down a steep flight of stairs......

A friend once told me she had dreamt she was having sex with me. Awkward - as she was married and lying next to hubby at the time.
Why, might I ask, were you in bed with them anyway?
 
Hang about, isn't Croydon in surrey, and Sutton, don't tell me that both have been swallowed up, you're be telling me next that Wembley isn't in Middlesex any more! ( I am originally from east london, back in the days of gas street lighting, and Wolsely police cars)
Postal address is still Surrey...
 
Be fair. She is from Croydon Airport.

I speak as someone who, four decades ago, used to have to run cross-country around the periphery of Roundshaw. You should be able to name my school in one...
@OllieReeder
Amy Johnson Primary School followed by Wilson's (Not the dodgy Epsom Car Dealer, allegedly of same name)
I had you down as being posher & a neighbor of Durand Close, Wallington.

I was lucky my parents moved over the boundary in to Surrey so I went to posh school.
Not that It did me any favors as Primary School head teacher at 8yrs old was Mr Feely with young girls.
He loved feeling up females and thumping boys, friends reunited was fun as it outed him!
 
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@OllieReeder
Amy Johnson Primary School followed by Wilson's (Not the dodgy Epsom Car Dealer, allegedly of same name)
I had you down as being posher & a neighbor of Durand Close, Wallington.

I was lucky my parents moved over the boundary in to Surrey so I went to posh school.
Not that It did me any favors as Primary School head teacher at 8yrs old was Mr Feely with young girls.
He loved feeling up females and thumping boys, friends reunited was fun as it outed him!

just be grateful that you were thumped and not pumped
 
@OllieReeder
Amy Johnson Primary School followed by Wilson's (Not the dodgy Epsom Car Dealer, allegedly of same name)
I had you down as being posher & a neighbor of Durand Close, Wallington.

I was lucky my parents moved over the boundary in to Surrey so I went to posh school.
Not that It did me any favors as Primary School head teacher at 8yrs old was Mr Feely with young girls.
He loved feeling up females and thumping boys, friends reunited was fun as it outed him!
Correct re: Wilson's. Primary was elsewhere in the borough. Had to commute for secondary.

The other primary on Roundshaw was St Elphege's RC; my form teacher, when I was a First Year, was shagging one of the young teachers at St E's.

Happy to say that, 41 years on, I still see them as a couple around the shops or walking their grandchildren.
 
I have some very strange dreams. They are very often recurring. One involves being unable to find an unoccupied toilet or one that is in a usable condition.

Last night, I had one where I got involved in a snogging session with EastEnders' very own Sonia Fowler (Natalie Cassidy). It was quite disturbing. I have not watched an episode of EastEnders in twenty five years or longer and I had to Google it to get the name of the character and the actress.

She's no oil painting, is she?
Yes, she is. A bit like the one Dorian Gray had stashed in his loft.
 
Correct re: Wilson's. Primary was elsewhere in the borough. Had to commute for secondary.

The other primary on Roundshaw was St Elphege's RC; my form teacher, when I was a First Year, was shagging one of the young teachers at St E's.

Happy to say that, 41 years on, I still see them as a couple around the shops or walking their grandchildren.
Roundshaw a bit better now but still a place not to go walking after dark unless tooled up.
 
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couple of days ago i was being chased by some sort of monster/zombie and in the end decided to top myself by hurling myself down a huge stairwell. i bounced a few times and only managed to paralyze myself so had to watch as they run down the stairs towards me and eventually tore me to pieces. that one was memorable.
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I was on anti-malaria tablets (Mefloquine!?) at JHQ and had a zombie dream, the zombies had broke into the pad, but we’d climbed into the loft and pulled the ladder up, but they climbed on top of each other and were breaking through the hatch.
So to stop them getting to my lad ( he was 7 or 8 then) I pulled him into my chest and strangled him....
Out of the dream now ....the wife is shaking me as I’d grabbed the duvet and dug my fingers so deep into it I tore the cover! I never took them tablets ever again. It was far too real and still ‘upsets’ me today.
 
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couple of days ago i was being chased by some sort of monster/zombie and in the end decided to top myself by hurling myself down a huge stairwell. i bounced a few times and only managed to paralyze myself so had to watch as they run down the stairs towards me and eventually tore me to pieces. that one was memorable.

I was on anti-malaria tablets (Mefloquine!?) at JHQ and had a zombie dream, the zombies had broke into the pad, but we’d climbed into the loft and pulled the ladder up, but they climbed on top of each other and were breaking through the hatch.
So to stop them getting to my lad ( he was 7 or 8 then) I pulled him into my chest and strangled him....
Out of the dream now ....the wife is shaking me as I’d grabbed the duvet and dug my fingers so deep into it I tore the cover! I never took them tablets ever again. It was far too real and still ‘upsets’ me today.
Anti-malarials had a similar effect on me - I woke up trying to strangle myself. Worryingly, I had 9mm and a rifle (both loaded) with me at the time...
 
Well on Saturday night, I didn't drink nearly enough beer and actually began to dream in the morning.


I dreamt of Fort Station in Colombo, Sri Lanka, and needing the toilet on Platform number 1 which is reserved for foreigners and which platform also normally hosted my train back to Negombo. As I rushed to the bog, I could see my train coming in - the sodding locals were already boarding as it came into this bay platform( they just jump in) and I rushed to the foreigner's toilet knowing that there was no way I was getting a seat and then the toilet block lifted off and pivoted and moved. It stopped on platform 5 with my train in the platform... now I had to get across the platforms and having reached platform 1 discovered that someone had altered the track geometry and I had to jump through the open doors... the train was about to leave and white people were leaping into the doors... well with my knees... I woke up, didn't swamp the bed and made a memo to drink more beer the next night... that idea was also rudely interrupted.

@History_Man implores me to drink more tea - obviously he has never been to the bogs at Fort Station, Colombo.
 

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