And thus ends a week of dreaming. No lucid dreams yet, but I am remembering them with more clarity in the morning. I think my baby needs to perfect the lucid dream, he was quite unhappy in the night. I’m hoping he was having a nightmare that I wouldn’t give him the last strawberry, or something of that ilk. Save the big nightmares for when he’s bigger, Morpheus, or whoever’s in charge of such things these days.
It’s true for all of us that hot nights play havoc with our dreams. 41 C yesterday in Melbourne, Australia. And before all you winter-bound folk say that you’d love a day like that … No. No you would not. Because no one loves 37 at one a.m. Luckily I had such little sleep there was no time for any extended bad dreams.