Cycling home from work last night I suddenly remembered a dream that I used to have repeatedly. The remembrance was so vivid that for several moments I wondered whether I’d mis-remembered it as a dream and that in fact the events were real.
The dream goes something like this:
Given that hard facts and confirmations are tantalisingly always just out of reach in a dream, and answers glimpsed only momentarily out of the corner of my eye, I can’t be clear about the vehicle, just the feeling that I’m close to the road, that the vehicle is small, and fast and simple.
…there’s also confusion, crossed-wires, miss-takes and complexities thrown in, blind alleys, cul-de-sacs and breathlessness…