15th August 2022
Dreams can be strange things to experience.
Last night I woke up early to use the toilet and I found it difficult to get back to sleep.
My mind was churning around a fragmented thought of Robin Gibb.
This is not a person that is high on my list of people to dream about, but the trail I was following was bazaar.
Before he died he had composed a musical based on the story of the Titanic, fortunately he did live to see the first performance, but tragically died soon after.
Through technology his image was projected singing the Titanic Requiem. This was a moving musical piece that formed the theme of my dream.
In it I had to find this original piece of music that I knew existed, but all traces of it had disappeared. There was nothing on the internet, no CD available on any online outlet, everything had been erased.
This was killing me because the song was in my head, but no one else had heard it.
Needless to say I was not relaxed, and the attempt at sleep was torturous, but when I did awake, I had to check it the song was still there, and thankfully it was.
The rest of the day was far more predictable, a bike ride to the park, and major repairs to the desk pedestals and Kelli spray painted a low entertainment centre, and a visit to the garden centre to use up the vouchers that we had built up.
What a swizz that is. You have pay full price for the plants, then the voucher value gets taken off. So basically you wander around picking up a plant here and a shrub there not really knowing what the total is until you get to the checkout. After a time of scanning and repacking the amount hits you, then you discover you have spent far more than expected even with the vouchers taken off, I needed a little lay down after that.
Another Lifetime to go 