It's 3:38 am.

I'm standing in the kitchen of a beautiful house in the country. The sun is shining, and outside there are trees and green meadows. But I am in the kitchen, cleaning out the fridge.

I come across a lump of grey putty-like substance, that I realise is essence of red wine. (this is a dream remember - and anything can happen, and make sense, for a dream has its own internal, unfathomable logic).

I can't remember the last time a dream ended on a happy note.

No one was lost.

No one needed help.

No one tried to cheat me.

Everyone I met was convivial.

Now the last time I ran down Fore St., was 25 years ago – holding the reins of my toddler and singing "running down the road with daddy" as he tipped over laughing to fly like an aeroplane.

Dream #84

4:43 am. Lately, I've been quite out of sorts. No energy – like the aftermath of a dose of the flu.

Not two hours ago, I awoke with limbs of jelly, dragging myself out of bed, and staggering to the stable door to gulp the cold, salty, dark air into my lungs.

I made a cup of tea, and put on a podcast of a Reith lecture to lull myself back to sleep. Soon I found myself walking across a dusty town Square.

Dream story- Blue Blood

Blackness is quite frightening, and it doesn’t go away when I open my eyes, why is that? Close them, open them, same difference, no; wait a minute, open them and there is a distant glow of – what could it be – brake lights? Must be, they are red - strange shape though, more like flashing numbers. That’s it. A red flashing sign, telling me eighty-eight dash eighty-eight. Funny that. Wonder how far it is to the sign, must be a long way off, the sound of white noise in my ears, where is that coming from?