Sweet Dreams

I must admit to having strange dreams at the moment, one of them being in an open-topped sixties aquamarine-coloured car (think it was a Nissan, but will wait til the vintage car season opens again and I will take a closer look).  I was also at a gathering at a manor house (a Colonialist dream home, all set with balustrades and Capability Brown gardens), where I met some friends, one of whom fell in the ornamental pond.  Again, it was another sixties setting, not sure why I am on a retro kick at the moment (I blame it on watching The Ipcress File a couple of days ago).  All I know is that I felt really at peace in these dreams, a real sense of freedom.

I'm sure that Freud would have a field day :-)

Love Is A Stranger

( And I want You So, It's An Obsession )

Eurythmics seem to be featuring heavily in my life at the moment - ironic bearing in mind my dream entry just now.  Think it's because I am writing the 1984 essay - or at least trying to.  I must admit it is looking a LOT better than a few days back.  Today is the last day I can write it before the deadline.  If I can't finish, the deadline is email by Sunday.