Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Last night, while meandering aimless through what'd been up to that juncture a pretty mundane dream, my night visions verve was upped a notch by a visit from my Great Uncle Hector's ghost. Initially I didn't recognise my late forebear as his face was masked by a cricket helmet. His identity only unveiled when he... Continue Reading →
It's 6.30am on a Saturday morning and I've just woken from the bizarre dream sequence which played out during slumber. This offbeat night vision's plot line including involvement in a game of ice hockey while awaiting my car to be repaired at an adjacent garage. As these scenes manifested, I don't know what surprised me... Continue Reading →
Overnight, during a particularly disturbing slumber, my night visions incorporated scenes of being imprisoned in a Turkish jail, similar to that experienced by Billy Hayes in 1978 movie Midnight Express. Unlike the character played by Brad Davis who attempted to smuggle hashish out of Turkey, though, my misdemeanour causing deprivation of liberty was smuggling Pontefract... Continue Reading →
As with most people, ordinarily I wake with little, or no, recollection of the dreams which'd played out during slumber. This morning, though, upon reveille GJ Strachan could vividly recall sections of his night visions, including unlikely scenes of being in receipt of a neck tattoo. Within this slumbering storyline, my body art of choice... Continue Reading →
Birdsong provides the aural backdrop to today's literation. A chanson of appealing pitch and melody,, making a desirable change from cacophonous squawks of wood pigeons and magpies. Dins which ordinarily drowning out the smaller, infinitely more welcome garden avians. Where the wood pigeons and magpies currently reside in unclear. Their absence, though, a satisfying turn... Continue Reading →
I'd a fairly vivid dream last night, during which I met HRH Queen Elizabeth II. This chance encounter playing out whilst walking along a seaside pier at Blackpool, Lancashire. A vision where she sat relaxing in a deckchair, knotted handkerchief upon her grey hair (as opposed to the usual crown), with corgi at her side.... Continue Reading →
It'd be fair to observe that prevailing global events adorn a hat named darkly surreal. In varying degrees of severity, these day terrors tainting most of human existences worldwide. This unchartered landscape, impacting everyone's lives in such epic proportions that if experienced during night terrors would be disregarded as too fantastical to countenance as possible.... Continue Reading →
Last night I dreamt all of the curtain poles in my house simultaneously detached themselves from the walls in every room. Consequently, chez Strachan witnessed an unexpected synchronised crashing to the ground of wood, metal and drapes..... Strangely even in the garage, where there weren't any fitted! In this night vision, on witnessing this scene... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 19th June - In yesterday's narrative Let Me Take You By The Hand I penned of my idiosyncratic night visions on Sunday night. Illusions in which I was denied entry from entering my dream phase by two officious doormen who'd taken exception for wearing footwear that breached it's dress code protocol. You'll be pleased (or... Continue Reading →