What a nasty, real dream!
It was the Olympics. I was at the top of the auditorium on a trapeze sort of contraption, standing on a tiny platform. I was with 3 other famous athletes who I recognised at the time but now not sure who they were from Adam.
Two bravely leapt down and landed on something soft to much applause. I was next but I froze despite lots of encouragement. I knew I must get down but how I didn't know . Luckily I woke up to a cup of tea made by Mr LD.
I was terrified. Could it be the co-codomol or was I an athlete in another life?
Still feel a bit queasy. Probably could have done it if I didn't have the osteoarthritis! Why are some dreams so emotionally vivid?
They don't really care do they
Kate Garroway-Care at home costs