... are always almost boring and I don't usually share the weirdness that takes over my head at night but a recent dream was so vivid and has remained so that I can't help but feel that it may be significant. What I need is a 'Joseph' to interpret it for me.
So I was on a bus in London going to a job interview. Boris Johnson was also on the bus. When I got off I didn't know where to go but Husband appeared and told me to follow Boris. Which was all very well until I lost him. Then I found myself in a Victorian ghetto. I came across an underground station and tried to get on a train but it was reserved for Polish miners. I eventually managed to escape the ghetto via a sunlit Thames which took me to Auntie Vi's parlour except now it was owned by Uncle Bun and Auntie Eva and I was commiserating with them on the death of their son. (In what I like to call real life they're both dead and he is alive.)
So all you dream-readers out there, what does it mean? The message is obviously of great importance to me and possibly the world. I need to know!
The only message I can draw from it so far is: don't vote for Donald Trump.