dreams

I spent what seemed like most of last night dreaming about writing HTML e-mails (oh the shame) about orange Le Creuset cookware. I have no idea why.

however, it beat the previous night’s dreams, which involved going down an alley I’d never noticed before and finding a lovely cobbled square, three sides of which contained a vintage clothing shop run by the WI. “Oh, I love wearing vintage clothes”, I cried, in the dream – which is odd, because I’ve never done that in my life.

what was even odder was to find myself in a *very* small lavatory cubicle with a lowish door, set in front of a refectory-style table, with Princess Anne sitting opposite. She seemed to want to be my friend, but I rebuffed her.

analyse *that*.

3 thoughts on “dreams”

  1. Paul Merton in china?

    “the previous night’s dreams, which involved going down an alley I’d never noticed before and finding a lovely cobbled square, three sides of which contained a vintage clothing shop run by the WI. “Oh, I love wearing vintage clothes”, I cried, in the dream – which is odd, because I’ve never done that in my life.”

    Have you been watching Paul Merton’s china series – one chinese lady in Shanghai did almost exactly that – her hobby was going to a shop with a studio and dressing up and being photographed in antique chinese clothes in a studio mocked up of a victorian shop and house.

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