Last night I tucked myself up in bed, turned off the light, put my head to the pillow and then ten minutes later I was in dreamland.
I was greeted by screams, cheers and lights; it was like Alice going down the rabbit hole, only there was no rabbit or hole.
I was walking through a crowd of thousands towards a stage where I could make out the figure of a rock star. Immediately I thought: is this Kurt Cobain? Jim Morrison? Elvis Presley?
As I got closer it dawned on me: I was at the X Factor final. Frankie Cocozza had just won Britain's biggest singing competition and the people were in pandemonium.
They started chanting 'Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!' and after a fantastic finish to 'We are the Champions!' Frankie jumped from the stage and in to the crowd. I moved closer to reach him, but the crowd had carried him away like a balloon in a tornado.
So angry at myself I began to scream, but suddenly I awoke and there I was back in my bedroom wishing I could return to Frankieland.
Have you dreamed about Frankie? Or another contestant?
I was greeted by screams, cheers and lights; it was like Alice going down the rabbit hole, only there was no rabbit or hole.
I was walking through a crowd of thousands towards a stage where I could make out the figure of a rock star. Immediately I thought: is this Kurt Cobain? Jim Morrison? Elvis Presley?
As I got closer it dawned on me: I was at the X Factor final. Frankie Cocozza had just won Britain's biggest singing competition and the people were in pandemonium.
They started chanting 'Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!' and after a fantastic finish to 'We are the Champions!' Frankie jumped from the stage and in to the crowd. I moved closer to reach him, but the crowd had carried him away like a balloon in a tornado.
So angry at myself I began to scream, but suddenly I awoke and there I was back in my bedroom wishing I could return to Frankieland.
Have you dreamed about Frankie? Or another contestant?
