A tad bitty again last night.
Remember being in the back of a white ford escort that Our Kid’s dad was driving. We were going to play football, and Our kid was with us.
We parked up miles from where we were playing (it looked a bit like near where Sisson’s lives), and got out. Our Kid’s dad left his bag in the back of the car and I got it out for him – it was the old brown Adidas one he used to use when we were kids, and he still played for Clifton and Rawcliffe.
A location switch saw me at my desk in Bush house, working on iCan. It was really mundane – someone had nicked my chair, so I had to find it (and it was an Aeron chair, so damn right I was finding it). I think I managed to track it down, and then Anno started smoking in the office, but no one said anything to her.
That’s it. Haven’t had a dream for a few days now and I get that. Rubbish. Since I have started this blog, the dreams have tailed off a bit. Maybe its just too much pressure on my dream gland?