Dreaming I am driving on the motorway towards Hazleton. The traffic ahead is coming to a standstill; I brake hard and stop. The car behind hits me, but only gently. I turn around to look, and the man in the car – which is blue – smiles. To my left are four cars that have all crashed;…
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Dreaming Tom has invited his friends over for dinner at my home. There are to be two couples, making a total of six of us for dinner, and they are arriving at 8 o’clock. Tom goes to the shop to buy some food and brings back a bag of shopping, which he gives to me,…