a muddle of interconnected memories of dreaming. I am in a plane returning from a holiday. We are flying too low and the wings almost crashing into trees, powerlines and now we stop just a couple of feet above a building just before the runway. Somehow we land. The captain wanted to land really slowly because there was some fault with the plane.

I am walking up a hill in some woody place with leaves all over the ground. I am pushing a pram and J comes up and holds my arm and leans her head against my shoulder. I turn to kiss her and she has turned into A. Oh no, A is NOT someone you do that to, being extremely upright. She is indignant and outraged but was clearly drawn into it for a moment.

Then a couple of nights ago was the helicopter and the excrement dream