So, don't remember falling asleep last night but it was before 7. Woke at 3am after this bizarre dream. Was living? renting a room? anyway, on board a house boat owned by ex-pupil, now lesbian and very happy with civil-ceremony partner. Very narrow single bed next to a window (lots of cobwebs and dead insects, needed vacuuming I thought) looking out over Putney Common and the river with Big Ben in the distance.
The two girls had a friend over, wearing fur hat and trousers that made her look like she was actually hairy all over just wearing a sweatshirt. Anyway, she was making delicious pink & brown chocolates which she was bringing me to taste. Then the boat started to drift on the river current, it only being moored from the bow. It drifted until the rope was taught then it sprang back upriver and diagonally across, hitting the smaller boats on the other side. I asked if that happened often and she said yes; the landlord had offered to teach them how to drive the boat but they didn't want to. I said I'd be game to learn to drive the boat.
Then her mother appears telling us a story about how she'd once been scared by the (quote) "poing" bit of a landmine (poing being a springy noise and referring to those landmines that jump up out of the ground when activated) to which I replied "well someone has to test the 'poing' bits".
Finally my mate Phil appeared on the other side of the river with a plate of leftovers from our breakfast last week (we met for a weekend catch-up and drinking session) which he wanted me to come and eat - I insisted on hearing the end of the landmine story first. The leftovers had been reheated & looked like burger patties, on a plate but in a paper bag, and there was a box of eggs? but dark brown and with coloured patterns on, a bit like posh easter eggs - the sort where you can get your name written on them in icing. This was on a bench outside a pub, where a man I didn't recognise but who had mad hair like Uncle Andrew in C. S. Lewis' 'The Magician's Nephew' and was a friend of my mate Phil told us to grow up. We said we didn't want to.
End of dream. Moral of the story, don't fall asleep with two pillows and a cat on your chest, possibly. I ate a vegetarian lunch at 2pm and had not been drinking. Where this one came from I do not know.












