You may say I'm a dreamer

(Brazilian style?)

Well, I have had some sleepless nights recently, due to the bad knee (I told myself I wasn’t going to bore myself and others by talking about health issues, didn’t I? Well, I will just call it the “BK.”

Thanks to the glorious painkillers I have received, however, I have had some good snoozes for the past couple of nights. Last night was exceptional, in that I had the most insanely colourful, vivid, happy dreams. My husband and I were enjoying ourselves, with one other rather vague person (my sister perhaps?) at a beautiful hotel in Brazil. There was a big shiny swimming pool, lots of sweet music as only Brazilians can do it, and oodles of sunshine. Oh, and there were some carnival ladies in dazzling white, doing a dance routine.

The interesting part was when we decided to go on a boat trip. It was quite a small boat, with a very small sail. Suddenly, towering waves appeared, and the boat began to plunge up and down in a terrifying way. At first we were afraid. We were going to be swamped, at any minute. But I spoke up, albeit fearfully: “We are close to the coast though, aren’t we?” The boatman answered in the affirmative.

“Well,” I said cheerfully, “That’s all right then.” Nothing to fear, it seemed, although the waves were still threatening. The wonderful logic of dreams, I suppose.

At this point I must have woken up. In any case, I was quite content.

Like John Lennon, the dreamer, I do hope the world will live as one.

Some chance.

Seriously, the waves looked something like this.