I woke up this morning after another busy night. I also dreamt that I got a haircut. Currently my hair is all one length and well past my shoulders. I wasn’t consulted. I was given a mullet. I was distraught. It’s taken years to get my hair this long, it would take years to rectify all the weight taken off it.
Earlier this week, I dreamt that I was with some work friends at a pub at lunchtime. I was drinking water while everyone else was eating a lavish meal. When I got my home-made sandwich out of the grease-proof paper, Helena Bonham-Carter grabbed it away from me and tried to eat it. I grabbed her wrist and told her to leave my sandwich alone! Later, we all went back to work but I was later than everyone else so I tried to sneak into my office via my dad’s old trailer park…
While for me dreams provide a nice respite from reality, I do find it irksome that I spent so much of my time (awake and asleep) at work! Is it little wonder I return to reality with a sigh of relief?