Dreams Last nights dream was a little disconcerting... I dreamed I lived I'n school, That the French room with that high reaching ceiling was my living space, and that no one else shared the school with me until I opened my bedroom door. Then and only then would they be allowed I'n. When I did I'n fact open the door everyone was doing French, although what language they were actually speaking I know not. As I walked past In my pyjamas going to fetch my orange juice and my toast I said good morning, and they responded In kind, albeit I'n a cacophony of different languages. As I left the building I was transported to the school field In the middle of a massive game of a sport that didn't register I'n my memory, but it felt perfectly natural for them to be playing. Then a girl I know very well was standing next to me, and she reached for my hand, and I reached back... Then she kissed me and quick as anything turned and ran... I couldn't find her for the rest of the dream, as I continued my wondering around my scholarly domain. When I woke up after going to bed In my French room bedroom, I realised quite how weird and disconcerting that dream was, but how real and interesting it was compared to my normal dreams. So I wrote this. Somewhere to get it down, to trap the dream to the page like a sticker to it's book.