Other people’s dreams are very boring but last night I had one of those when you know you have to be somewhere very important but for some reason it’s proving impossible. You try and try but time is running out and things are getting desperate – then I suddenly found I was on an old fashioned single decker bus, with those plush upholstered seats and we were going along a country road and I knew it would take hours and I would never get to the event. The bus conductor came to collect ticket money and I was saying ‘I shouldn’t be here, I don’t know how I got here, I’m not paying, I don’t want to be here’.
Then the person in the seat in front turned round ( he had round distinctive specs on and was a bit young fogeyish ) and said,
‘The most important thing is that there are friends on your bus’.
I burst out laughing and woke up.