I was with him in the United Kingdom. We were going from one house to the next.
For some reason we went to the house of the calumniator. I was in a ground floor bedroom that lead directly from the street. The boy was there and there was a bunkbed. I was confused as to which garments were mine and which belong to the calumniator. In fact I am much taller than him so in real life such a predicament could not occur.
Then Fridas child wen toff to the palyround. I was to follow
iN laws turned up – Kellejers. All togged otu as they had been at the wedding. I eyed up the nubiles ones – theses ladies were a few years younger than me. Had been thinking of my qupd to them about Brenda the Filipina ho.
Then I went off to find the boy. I was worried something had happened to him. WHy had I left him unsupervised. I got to the playground and he was safe – on a slide.
I hope to see him shortly.
There were other episodes to the dream which I do not remember