I had a dream a few nights ago which invloved me old mucker Bob Argent. I cannot recall more than that – shamefully really.
I have also dreamt of an obese goateed South African known as Nelly the Elephant.
I had an anxiety dream about a ship on the ocean. It was not as bad as a nightmare.
I have dreamt of a pleasant day on the beach.
Odd how I had a dream of dismissal and going to the rival organisation and then I was given the old heave ho. Nelephant talked to Katie the Muscovite about getting Geoff to give me a job. Not at my instigation. Nothing came of that.
I need to scribble down some remembrances of these reveries as soon as I rouse from my colourful slumbers. The dream vanishes in the light.