Technicolour dreams

Most of my dreams I forget. I know I should try to remember them, but I’ve found that the sound of the alarm going off usually reboots my hard drive and I forget all my dreams. But every so often my dreams are crystal clear, in full colour, and I remember every single little detail for months afterwards. This is one of them;

I was sitting in an old white enamel bath tub (one of those really old ones that have claw feet), with my arms resting on the edge of the tub. The bath was outside in tropical garden, on a moss covered concrete slab. It was under some big trees, in dappled shade. The water was greenish, probably tap water. To my left was a log cabin, with steps leading up to a verandah. I remember thinking that this was a very ugly building for the African tropics. It even had lace curtains in the windows…

Sher came past, and wandered up the stairs. She didn’t speak to me or look at me, I just knew it was her by her long black hair. Right behind her was Michelle Pheiffer. Something in her posture made me look up and ask “ Are you ok? Is there something I can do for you?”

She squeezed my arm and looked me right in the eyes. Her eyes were red from crying. She said “ Honey, to tell you the truth, I’m not ok..” She started moving off, then came back again. Gave my arm a long hard squeeze. She smiled at me. And followed Sher up the steps into the cabin.

Not sure what to make of this one….