I've had occasion to moan here before about the ghastly ordinariness of my dreams, but I think I reached a new low point last night. Somehow I managed to dream about being late to work on the actual Monday morning that awaited me on awakening. I was supposed to be doing a talk for the Year 4 students at 8.00 and I woke, in the dream, at 7.40 knowing I couldn't get there in time. And that was all. It didn't even have the interesting virtue of actually coming true. Drearily I awoke when I intended and did the talk as intended. All very quotidian - a word that appears to be in vogue amongst the kids at the moment.
Have I really got no imagination at all? (Please don't attempt to send in any answers on that one.)
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