Up until last night I would have said that I have never had one, but then... I was in this place, not sure what or where it was, and a lady I know, a friend, was sorting her laundry, doing ironing I think, but bizarrely she didn't have a skirt or trousers on. This is what alerted me to the fact that this was a dream. Anyway, she leaned over the pile of laundry and there, on her rear were a number of cane stripes, red and angry, and also, on closer inspection (and who wouldn't look closer, having seen that, particularly in a dream?) there were thin bruises from an earlier dose. Did her husband use the cane I wondered? Whilst I was musing about her bottom, the state of it and how this had come about, and, more importantly, how I could engineer a discussion of Topic No. 1 with her the dream morphed into the usual inexplicable chaos with me, naked, trying to climb into lofts and other bizarre things. The nice thing about this is that it proves I was asleep, a comforting thought for an insomniac. |