I had one of those unsettling dreams last night. It took place a while after some cataclysmic sickness had more than decimated the population. We were comfortable enough, having weathered the storm safe at home, and the working teams had long since cleared all the wreckage of abandoned cars and random corpses from the cities and towns. I was called up to London to attend some kind of meeting, and chose to drive myself up in a very posh open top Audi sports model. The city was deserted. I parked the car in the street in South Kensington, pulling the top closed and securing the boot, which was filled with electronic equipment. The meeting went well and I was taken off to an hotel for an overnight stay, and to attend a dinner. When I got to the dinner a panic attack struck me, and I was frozen in fear. ”I don’t have to go in there, do I?” … and then, comforted … I woke up.
Beastly, real dream, and it stuck with me all day, through a late morning solo trip to Swansea, over lunch, and to the very end of my afternoon nap, where it picked up somewhat and re-ran an out-of-sync repeat of the action.
My dreams recently have been exceedingly vivid, taking me back to an odd, surreal world of computers and techo-executives.
I could wish to dream of something else, of flowers, open seas and skies and the singing of birds.
Hey ho.
