Having posted a dream which for once did not involve the world of work, the following night I had one which did. But it was not so striking that the memory of it survived brushing my teeth.
Last night was a dream about four (exactly four, neither more nor less) bolts, the sort of large, half inch diameter, bronzed steel bolts you sink into concrete or stone to hold serious things down, things like the temporary footbridge at Earlsfield station. I wonder now, not in the dream but in passing, how long it will take them to take the thing down, now that the need for it has passed.
Sadly, the dream is now incoherent, there is no narrative. But it seemed to involve a worry that the bolts were needed to do something but were fixed into the floor of a church and were not available. Perhaps because the church was still there, perhaps because one of the bolts was badly bent and was no longer fit for purpose. All a bit of a puzzle: was it all triggered by passing through Earlsfield the other day? I don't think so, but one can't be sure about these things, not without expensive shrink services.
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