In Dreams

I had the strangest, and most exhausting, anxiety dream the other morning. I woke up early and then drifted back off to sleep. In my dream the american project manager that we met the other week (the one that looked like the president from Battlestar Galactica) turned up on our doorstep unexpectedly, asking to stay for a few days. She had her family with her too, all packed into an enormous Hummer that took up the entire driveway. The family seemed to consist of five hyperactive children, two curmudgeonly grandparents, a couple of pitbull terriers and a husband (who looked a bit like the actor who played the Devil on Jerry Springer : The Opera).

I was rushing through the house, trying to organise beds and tidy up at the same time, stopping one of the children from climbing up into the attic and preparing a plate of sandwiches and tea for them all ("How quaint!", I think the comment was).

It was around this stage I realised that I wasn't wearing any trousers ...

You don't think that perhaps I might be worrying about choosing this new sales order processing system at work, by any chance?