Dream Dream Dream

I suppose my dreams are about the same as everyone else's, full of the flotsam and jetsam of everyday life.

Two recent dreams have slightly puzzled me.

Number One

My pedometer sometimes falls off its clip - I think it's trying to run off to someone thinner and more athletic.

I dreamed that I had looked down to see that I had lost the pedometer. I thought to myself that it was only a matter of time and I'd just have to get another one.

That was it, really.

Number Two

I dreamed I was going to some sort of exhibition with my mother in law. There was nothing about what the exhibition was about, but it seemed to interest lots of other old ladies who were sitting in the lounge area at the entrance. MIL starts to berate a lady about putting her handbag on a table and I'm so embarassed I sit behind her with a tablecloth on my head, much to the sympathy and amusement of the ladies who can see me.


Oh, there was a third where I had to go to someone's wedding in an Italian sort of place near Rome that I didn't know and the people there thought my clothes weren't nice enough so took me around to find nicer ones. I think a hat was involved too.

It's the ones closest to real life that puzzle me the most.