Barker really has a thing about dead bodies, doesn't he?
Anyway, I thought I'd probably have nightmares. But instead I had really nice dreams. In one of them I was a member of this large, eccentric, very wealthy family and my eccentric, very wealthy great aunt was making me a present of an antique bookcase. "Here, you have it. We don't need it anymore. It's only worth a few thousand pounds." And then I was touring the family estates and it was a case of I know I can do it, I know I can do it and next thing my feet were skiimming the ground and- wheeee- I could fly!
I love flying dreams. They're my favourite. When they happen- and they don't happen nearly often enough- it feels like I'm back where I belong.