Last night I had a dream featuring Jeremy Clarkson. I don't often even remember dreams, so this must have been quite an important one. I just wonder what it all meant. In the dream JC and myself seemed to be good friends - and I actually hate him quite a lot, as regular RTBC fans will know.
In the dream me and Jezza bumped into each other in a car park, and were chatting like old friends. He mentioned reading a recent blog which I'd written which slammed him rather badly. He pretended to be angry about it at first, and I was trying to worm my way out of it by waving responsibility and blaming someone else, but then burst into laughter and slapped me on the back. He said he didn't mind about it and then bought me a pint in a pub I don't remember us walking to.
We laughed and joked a little more, and talked about football - despite the fact that he didn't like football. Exactly what was a man I didn't like doing in my dream talking about something he didn't like? It was awfully decent of him. He then challenged me to a car race. I said I was sorry but I don't drive. Holding back the hilarity, he replied 'I know!!', before once again we both fell into emphatic fits of laughter at his brilliant joke. How we laughed. He made his excuses and left. What a top bloke!
But what exactly does this all mean? I am as embarrassed to share this personal moment as I am perplexed about it. Perhaps it was my subconscious just telling me to let my Clarkson grudge go? If it is, then I'm sorry to let it down, but I have decided to maintain my grudge nevertheless.
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