In one dream I was carrying my youngest grand-child around in my breast pocket. In another I was a character from a novel by Murakami and it was the first day of the university term. A rather lovely post-pre-Raphaelite stained glass window (illustrating the legend of Sir Palomedes) was being installed in one of the colleges- and the air was buzzing with flying machines that looked as if they'd been cobbled together out of packing cases. A young Peter Bellamy (long hair, goatskin coat) was asking where he could buy flowers and I was researching this for him when a girl student subverted my efforts by offering him a packet of seeds.
