This dream was inspired by Lara and Alex’s beautiful engagement photo in a bookshop.
I was a spectator in this dream,one of the innocent bystanders who had to evacuate quietly so as not to disturb the books.
A friend gave me a fleshlight for Christmas, simply because it would be funny in front of my conservative relatives.
I tried to explain it away, with my “friend” giggling away in the corner.
But that pesky relative wouldn’t stop asking questions!
Questions like, “Why is your friend collapsing on the floor?”
I was at this function where we got to meet the queen. It was outdoors, in a parking lot. The queen was sitting there, and one by one, we were introduced by an official introducer. I don’t know who the other people being introduced were.
The introducer would introduce us by name, and then list what our families had provided “during the war”. I had no idea my family had done any providing during any war, but I guess the introducer had access to better archives than I do.
Then we were given a chance to say a few extra words of introduction.
And in the dream, I had two daughters, and I couldn’t remember the other one’s name. Michael was in the audience shouting suggestions, like Arabella, Annabel, Trudie etc, and I knew none of them were right. The introducer was frantically looking through her notes and shouting suggestions like Trinket, Pixie, Mulberry etc, and I knew none of them were right either. It was all rather distressing.
And not very amusing.
I was at a mountain bike event with George and Anneke. (Some background: Anneke is the only one of us who can legitimately be at mountain bike events. She is a bike racer. George and I are certainly not. At all.) So George wanted to be in the next race, but needed a bike. So he borrowed mine.
My bike is kitted out for pootering around the park with a baby on the back. The gears are so rusted that they don’t work. But George didn’t seem to mind and off he went…
… down the steepest hill in the history of the ever. Never to be seen again.