I Had a Dream

I had a dream. Unlike Martin Luther King it was in the past tense and came unbidden last night. By mentioning it there is an indication that remembered dreams are unusual for me, as is a period of sleep long enough to produce a dream.
Perhaps the antibiotic eye drops are working in strange ways. Suffice it to say the dream was of no import. I seemed to be glamping with the family in extensive farm buildings which were rudimentary but had a roof. There seemed be a sudden flood within and while the owner of the property was busy sorting out the problem and sweeping out the water, I was trying to find a spot that gave me a WiFi signal and worrying about rats running over me during the night. I fancy ‘I’m a Celebrity, Get Me out of Here’ has had a delayed effect on my psyche.

It was a lovely sunshiny morning and with the sun low in the sky and shining directly through the glass door, every mote of dust on my wooden floors was obvious. It’s amazing what you don’t notice on the rainy days.
I felt energised enough to take a load of preCovid clothes to the local charity shop and come home to block the commissioned Shetland beanie.

There was also a baking of Munroist’s energy bars, the latter being part of the reason for having to give away so many preCovid clothes -too much cleaning up of bowls and sample testing.