A visit to Moscow
I had a peculiar dream last night (aren't most dreams peculiar?) that I took a trip to Moscow, which looked a lot like a cross between Venice and York. I found myself embroiled in a big con to try and bet with a chap that he could walk on water (when it was frozen).
Then my neighbor moved out of her house with a couple of large removal lorries full of carpets and rocking chairs and stuff. She had woven feathers into her hair and was looking pretty glamorous in black. I remember feeling a little sad that she was leaving.
I awoke at 5.23am then went back to sleep.
My neighbor is actually very old and ill and not the easiest person to get on with. My dream interpretation of her was quite the opposite of her.
Then my neighbor moved out of her house with a couple of large removal lorries full of carpets and rocking chairs and stuff. She had woven feathers into her hair and was looking pretty glamorous in black. I remember feeling a little sad that she was leaving.
I awoke at 5.23am then went back to sleep.
My neighbor is actually very old and ill and not the easiest person to get on with. My dream interpretation of her was quite the opposite of her.