One night of dreams

No prizes for guessing what is on our minds at the moment.

FL and I are both dreaming a lot - both the sleeping and waking sorts of dreams!

Last night, FL dreamed that he was in his car and he was flashed by the car behind to stop, so he did so. A man dressed from head to foot in black rubber (including his face) and carrying a black pistol appeared at his window and ordered him out of the car. But he found he was locked in and couldn't at first get out. He was afraid that not acquiescing would make things worse for him. He fumbled about and unlocked the door and got out, and purposefully feigned a heart attack, thinking that if he collapsed, the man in black would leave him alone. Then he woke up. Oh my!

Me? I dreamed that my car kept stalling at roundabouts, and there were moths in my wool stash... all fairly literal and realistic! But then I was in the city which is ALWAYS in my dreams, and it is familiar and yet unfamiliar - it is a University which isn't in Hull or Leeds or London but all of them rolled into one. And I am trying to get home to a grubby shared student house and keep getting lost. And then I realise there is a flood on its way and the water is going to destroy the library (!) unless I do something to save it. So I am running, trying to get away from the water, and get other people organised to secure the books. Oh my, Dr Jung, pass the camomile tea!