Usual crap....

A mish mash again.  I really wish when I feel like crap in real life, that at least my dreams would be nice :-/

Anyway...There was some sort of competition to make triple paned glass.  It had to be strong and unwarped.  Myself and someone else (I can't remember who) both entered together - that is to say we both had separate entries but we worked together and didn't seem to mind which of us won.

To make the glass we had to collect dark pubic hair but we were only allowed to trim the long bits - definitely no shaving!

For some reason we decided that Paul McCartney's pubic hair would be best suited for this so we tried to find him.  It turned out he was camping in a lay-by on the A48 but when we tried to get to him, the police made us run past through a thin roped off corridor type area.

We pointed out that cars couldn't drive past as the roped off area was too thin and people who lived over there couldn't get home.  I can't remember the response to this, but there was a bit of the dream where I was cycling to school knowing I was going the wrong way.

We ran past a few times and then somehow managed to snip some hairs off a tree while no one was looking.  There was a very specific technique to do this.

We were then in the competition and our two panes of glass (three bits welded together) were up on the wall - everyone else's were down on the floor being walked on.

The others broke and it looked like we were going to win and I remember thinking that it wasn't really fair as ours were the only ones not on the floor.

Right at the end though, someone else entered and won the competition with a dog that had no bark.