In my dream we were in a queue of traffic in the village where my Gran lived for a while; cars weren't moving, she came running out smiling, waving; "Come on in, I've made a cuppa and there's some buns straight out of the oven" so we turned the car round and parked - by which time the queue had gone
- Gran died in the 1980s
: flowing on from that I was walking in a pretty square and a friend not seen for over 35 years walked towards me, "Are you going to College next wee?" - nope, I replied, "I can't get my head round all that again, even though it would be lovely to see everyone" .......... all in bright sunshine. All with no anxiety.