On the Beat

Last night I dreamt I was in my old job. And David Cameron was my boss. This wasn't good because I didn't like being employed. And David Cameron was my boss.

We went to the airport. There were fireworks.

And then I was woken by the cat being very active - chasing up and down. I thought he was just being playful. I got up and threw a foam ball. He looked at me as if to say, you really expect me to chase that?

And then I realised he was already paying with something.

And then I realised it was a mouse.

I tried to remove the (very much alive) mouse from him. He growled a very deep, visceral growl, as if to say, "you take that away and I'm eating YOU!"

I tried again. He growled like something out of the Exorcist and took his new friend - sorry, snack - under the sofa. I reached under the sofa and he growled again.

It was 2.30 in the morning and, having battled with David Cameron, I really couldn't face wrestling a mouse from the cat. I went back to bed, during the door being me to stop the cat leaving me a reminder of the Godfather on the pillow.

When I next got up again, in the light, there was a dead mouse outside the bedroom door.

Thanks, cat.

Although at least I now know I might have mice...

I’ve not been sleeping well; very disturbed on Friday and Saturday, and then on Sunday and Monday I had some very strange dreams.

These included…

• bowing down before a small black kitten which was climbing a pink wall…
  
• driving a Land Rover into a pool whilst wearing a snorkel…
  
• organising meetings in a hotel canteen…
  
• having a conversation with my friend in New York in which she told me she was pregnant.

Most strange. But then, dreams are.

And I can see where they came from (for instance, the pink wall was probably due to overdosing on photographs of Jaipur).

I have had several nights of very disturbed sleep - I have had a bad cold, leaving me feverish in the middle of the night.

So I have had some odd dreams.

Last night I dreamt I was Martin Luther King.

If one is going to dream of being someone else, I think that is a pretty good place to start.

I haven't been online much recently, and I am catching up with my friends list for the last week or so. There have been a couple of posts about the Archers.

I actually dreamt about the Archers last week. I dreamt it was the last episode, and all the characters came alive, and were living with their animals in north London.

It was a very strange dream; as most dreams are.

I slept badly last night. I woke after only a few minutes, thinking it was a few hours; so I thought it was early, and it wasn’t even late.

( And then I couldn’t get back to sleep. )

My wife likes to share her dreams with me when she wakes up.

One day last week, she told me: “I was dreaming that I was on a diet. Then I woke up, and I realised I was.”

Yesterday, she told me: ”I dreamt I was in a sulk, and you were being nice to me”. Which is the way it goes.