Almost tempted to put this behind a concealing lj-cut....hee hee
Last night, or rather this morning early, we had emails in our dreams. (Now, that's a testament to the reach of the Internet.) Twice. Oddly formatted and structured in the shape of a personalised junk mail telling us that we'd--Well, what they were telling us is lost to all time. That's the point the four year old pounced.
How that compares with last week's dream that included Clive James*, we don't know.
The current location for both dreams is the ravens' parental home. Not clear which configuration of furniture and hence the approximate date. Not sure what configuration of furniture it has at the minute anyway.
* That's the scary part we probably ought to hide away. Why CJ?