The only time I ever write other than film is if it’s related to film, so this is a first for me on the blog. Guess I should have looked elsewhere and like others started another blog on bloke emotion or thereabouts. However this film site has developed on ok following, and so I thought I would inflict them with some of personal issues.
I have just become an uncle(or about to as I am getting married) and I am in the North visiting the in-laws (future) to wet the babies head (well sort of 38 days sober and counting)…So I am laying within the wonderful lake district facing bedroom looking at the vista and I drift of to sleep, thinking that I really should get around to watching and reviewing another one of Rene’s Zellweger’s accents in Ms Potter. And then the dream hits.
I am laying on the beach somewhere exotic, and I have a baby in my arms. He looks like me sort of, and he is staring eyes wide in happiness as I gaze at him. “The Mrs” in my dream is my actual fiancé and not a dream version or someone not familiar.
I turn to my fiancé and I say, can you believe our baby is only five weeks old. The baby then yawns and in perfect English says to me (bearing in mind these are his first words, and he is five weeks old, and he sounds like Ian McKellan……)
Father I am rather bored, please could you read me some Shakespeare ?
I woke up very weirded out, and I am sure there are some analysts amongst you that might want to respond.
As always lots of love.