A dream of Paris

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I was in Paris on a very snowy day. I was in a park on a very steep hill. I walked up the precipitious slope – fir trees bounded the white piste. A few people were skiing and so was I after a while – except uphill. It reminds me of the last time I skiied 13 months ago.

Through a gap in the trees I saw the Eiffel tower miles away – it was up the hill.

Later I left the park. A few people were on the sloping street. Suddnely it was summer and this did not seem odd.

Later I was in a top floor flat of a smart building. I was with a few people in the flat. the walls were white and the furniture was minimalist. There was a window in the corner that looked towards another flat. Through the window I caught sight of a chap in the next flat. It was Alec. Alec was the year behind me in school. He chuckled and hailed me over.

I made my excuses and left the flat and knocked on the door of the next flat. Alec opened it and greeted me cordially. He is a top flight barrister and I looked up his profile lately – he wears glasses now. I discussed Alec with Robert lately. Alec grew up in Richmond and is or Irish and Scots ancestry. We chatted happily. We spoke about Fiona who is also in his set.

Maybe this dream is about benign jealousy towards Alec. I would also like to visit Paris soon or St Petersburg.

About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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