October 15th, 2021

Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave

I dreamed I had a medieval broadsword and was going off to have an adventure with it when this bunch of kids asked to borrow it so they could play cricket. At first I said "No" but then I thought a cricket match might be fun- but only if I was in charge- so I asked for a one-to-one confab with their leader. The rest of them crowded round and I shouted at them to back off and when they wouldn't, appealed to Priti Patel, the Home Secretary (who just happened to be there) to please keep them in order.

Later I was sitting in a waiting room with a girl who was either my daughter or my granddaughter, waiting for her to be called in for an audition. A woman sitting opposite asked her companion if the old man (meaning me) was talking to himself and I said. No, what I was doing was weeping with emotion because I could hear lines from The Tempest being recited in the next room.