Dear reader, once again we bring you another transcendendent series of cereberal snapshots, (sort of micro ‘Ideas-Boom’s’)  from our miner of the subconscious Beau Dunlop. In this episodic installment Beau’s unawakened subconscious has much to tell us about smart cars, the end of us all, and the vexed issue of Bill Posters, whether they shall, or shall not be prosecuted. We leave it for you to determine, and as a note of kind advice, you may like to pause after reading each vignette, and in a state of atmospheric reflection offer your own dream sequence. We at PCbyCP assure all readers that discretion and confidentiality are assured. (Unless of course , you possess the Christian name, “Rupert”)

George Christensen M.P. Found to have no subconscious, and yet posesses an extraordinary capacity for ESP. (Extra Sexual Paranoia) A sort of heightened subconscious based on homophobia and the fear, (deep seated) that there my be such a thing as the subconscious.

let us then begin….

In this dream, I was being given the perfect education in conversation-free sex by Melinda …….., who is the same age as my son. No words allowed. Just sounds, noises construed as encouraging, or not. It took place in the front seats of a Mercedes Benz ML 320. What else? Neither of us knew whose car it was. The thing is we both felt irrationally good and happy.

I’m not sure what preceded this but there was a phalanx of lottery marbles rolling around the floor of my kitchen. Suddenly they stopped rolling about, and the grouped numbers turned out to be a perfect match to the winning combination for that night’s draw – but I had not bought a ticket. I thought I should be gutted and shaking my fists to the heavens. I wasn’t. Because I realized these were the last days before the “tipping point” when the Earth could no longer generate enough resistance to the out-of-control waste, carbon emissions and greenhouse gases, and within my life time, humans as a species would cease to exist. I guess I excused myself.

In this dream, I came home to find my wife in bed with her lover, Bill ………. When I entered the
bedroom I discovered they were both unconscious, and my wife had a fresh tattoo across her lower belly that read “Post No Bills”. After that, I could not look at them. I bit my lips so that I was incapable of laughter and said “I guess I’m too late, she cried”.