Weird Cheltenham Dream
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Just woke up, bit disturbed by my weird Chelts dream…
So I’m outside Cheltenham grounds, and the days racing is about to start but I don’t have a ticket or money to get in, I’m totally freaking out because I’ve got to get my bets on, and for some reason I can only place then from inside the grounds.
I scale the fence, land directly on the course, and there’s the whole racing field of horses charging at me. I get stampeded, and then grabbed by a marshal, and dragged into a small room with a sign on the door that says “gubbing”.
Inside the room the marshals start to interegate me on matched betting, they start to torture me but I don’t cave. Then one of then puts on a pair of surgical gloves, and demands a cavity search to (and I quote) “look for matched betting” (yeah, f*cking odd I know).
So they find nothing, but won’t let me go and place any bets until I fill 10 sausage skins with honey. I can here the racing going on while I am frantically spooning honey from a jar in to sausage skins… I wake up
Jeeez, my first Cheltenham, I had no idea it would effect me like this.
Good luck today everyone!!!
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