Bah. I really, really didn't want to nap this afternoon. I wanted to get some writing done and would have liked to try and get to sleep properly tonight and get out of this sleep cycle. I guess because of the gym this morning my body overruled me, I don't remember actually dozing off after lunch but at some point I was waking up again, quite disorientated. (I'm still feeling sleepy so am having a coffee now with the window wide open blowing cold air in.) I do remember some of what I dreamt though; just a scrap of dream but I definitely wanted to record it:
I dreamed of a Celebrity X Factor. It was just like the real version, in that four women who weren't good enough to be solo singers were bundled together into a girl group. The group were called N'Diggy, so I guess Brian Friedman had been let loose on the naming again. I don't know who three of the four women were because I only saw the backs of their heads but they seemed to be the usual young soap starlets who go on reality shows; the fourth member was Gloria Hunniford.
That Hunniford's still terrorising me, she's in my dreams now! It's all ever since she attacked me in the street that time. And by "attacked," I of course mean "suddenly came out of a concealed door on Shaftesbury Avenue a couple of feet away from me," which is totally the same thing.