It’s very rare that I remember any dreams and probably the only reason I remember this one is because I woke up from surprise.
I found myself standing in a small kitchen with a couple people sitting at a table. On my left, a familiar tousle of hair caught my attention and it was Neil Gaiman ministering to a wonderful pale green, four-legged wood stove with double ovens.
I was told once to interpret a dream, give it a movie title and then a subtitle.
What? Strange Cozy Kitchen, with a writer and the stove of my dreams?
Meanwhile I am out and about for a few today wearing a proper hat and a pin which seemed just right to start off my Jubilee festivities.
Pretty fancy start to the celebrations. Big affairs coming up. You must have looked pretty spiffy.
I also like the quote of the day.