Busy Dreamlife

[poliphilo]

I dreamed that Philip Mould, the auctioneer, was very unpopular with his rustic neighbours and they were harassing him on the grassy lane leading up to his house and throwing things at his windows- events that were being covered with feigned disapproval by his TV colleagues- meanwhile my kids had wrecked our house and I was upset not so much at the ruin they'd caused as at their insolent and defiant attitude- meanwhile I had to get to church in half an hour and the way lay up grassy narrow paths just like the one that led to Philip Mould's house. An elderly woman met me as I set out, with a heel of bread in her hand and said she hoped I'd join her in the trip she was organising to Chartres...

As I get busier in my daily life so my dreams seem to get busier too with several storylines running in parallel...