I've had a handful of dreams about the characters of the Cornley Drama Society, so I thought I'd create a page for them! More recent dreams are at the top; level of detail may vary.

Have I redacted any dreams for being too embarrassing? I... I'm not going to answer that.

May 2026:

Dreamt one of my housemates invited Dennis Tyde out for a meal with us at a restaurant. Dennis kept getting up from his seat and wandering off, and I would follow him around the restaurant because I was concerned for his safety.

April 2026:

Dream I was on a Taskmaster team with Dennis Tyde, which seems ill-fated.

March 2026:

Dreamt that Robert Grove turned into a small aeroplane and Chris Bean turned into an engine?? They were indoors - in a restaurant or something, rather than a hangar - so it was a very small aeroplane: still larger than a person, certainly, but able to fit in a room. It was strangely intimate, because Chris was nestled against Robert's aeroplane 'neck', where the forward edge of the wing met the fuselage, and rumbling/purring.

March 2026:

Dreamt I was walking around a vast shopping centre; Robert Grove was also present at this shopping centre. At one point Robert went into the men's loos in front of me, and I... slipped in there with him before he could close the door??

It turned out that there wasn't a communal men's room; this door led to a single room containing a small toilet and sink. It wasn't vast, but it was definitely a larger room than you'd expect for what was essentially just a bathroom stall: disabled-stall size, but without any of the accommodations you'd expect in a disabled stall. This was convenient for my nefarious purposes. It felt oddly cavelike; the walls were dark grey and looked roughly hewn.

Anyway, Robert was now staring at me, understandably, because some madwoman had followed him into his bathroom stall. I suggested by unsubtle implication that we could bang there in the loos. He continued to stare, evidently slightly aghast, and then left. (Without using the loo; he was, mysteriously, apparently not that keen on the prospect of pissing in front of me.) Although my conduct in this dream may not have been great, I am impressed by myself for rendering Robert Grove speechless; it's not an easy feat!

February 2026:

The night after seeing The Play That Goes Wrong on stage, I dreamt that Chris Bean - or, rather, his actor in character - phoned me in the middle of the night. I was very incoherent on account of just having been woken up by the phone, but I just managed a 'Hello, Chris; it's lovely to hear from you.'

Apparently I'd made an application for a Cornley character to record some sort of... introduction? An introduction to my answering machine, let's say; that's the only thing I can think of that halfway makes sense. Chris asked what the text of the introduction should be. I stammered incoherently for a long moment, half-asleep and unprepared to think on my feet, and then said I'd like it if each member of the drama society recorded the introduction of their choice. At this suggestion, I heard the other cast members laughing in the background of the call.

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