I've been having very strange and very vivid dreams these past few nights. They're quite out of the ordinary pattern of anxiety and anger and some of them I've not even been in!
I had a lay in this morning and drifted back to sleep for an hour or so, and this dream I realised once awake was mostly populated by dead people - although they weren't dead in the dream. One of them was Jimmy Saville and on our way somewhere we had to walk past him and shake his hand. I did so as did everyone else and it was in the knowledge of his horrible deeds. A metaphor for something in life no doubt.
Later in the dream my grandmother (paternal) and mother both appeared and they were baking together in a kitchen. That certainly wouldn't have happened in the waking world!
I've just come up to bed beneath my mosquito net. It's so hot even with the window open that I doubt I'll sleep - this despite having spent nearly four hours today sorting H's VAT and accounts.
A free day at home tomorrow alone so I'll do some tidying and get ready for holiday.