This is a classic example of very definite reasons why you absolutely shouldn’t share the contents of your dreams with anyone. It doesn’t matter how much you think they care about you, your hopes, aspirations and finer feelings. It also doesn’t make the slightest jot of difference quite how rattled or affected you’ve been by your nighttime experiences. You could sit shivering in the corner afflicted by your midnight terrors but if you start talking about them things are going to get terrible quickly.
But I think we can pause to take a moment to pity poor Jeremy. It’s all going just a little bit tits up for him at the moment. Of course this is a great moral tale for the children, showing them exactly what happens when to succumb to peer pressure or playing jokes on the other children or whatever. But still, it’s not fun to set your cap at a particular goal and fail rather spectacularly and in such a very public way.
There are all sorts of predictions floating about regarding how people simply aren’t going to vote left in the upcoming elections (there’s a polling card sitting on my dining table but I can’t for the life of me remember what it is we’re going to be voting for. I’m a terrible adult). Sadly though, Corbyn’s more than a little distracted by his troubling dreams.
It doesn’t really matter the precise ins and outs of the sleepy time cabaret sashaying behind his eyelids. What does matter is that he told someone about it and everyone’s taken quite thoroughly against him. They couldn’t care in the very slightest and got pretty annoyed about the fact that he expected them to. Something tells me that things are going to continue to not quite pan out as expected and I’m not sure how to feel about it.