Sunday, July 26, 2009
Normally my dreams are spectacularly boring. I dream about housework, organizing objects, and so forth. I once dreamed I lived in a house with a bunch of porn actresses ... and I did their taxes for them.
However, every now and then I have an odd, interesting dream.
Last night I was one of a group of friends looking after Winston Churchill's aging mother. He had to leave the country, due to some international crisis, and I was asked to check in on her if I could.
We had a pleasant afternoon tea, where she showed me photographs of herself when young. However, she died while Winston was still overseas, and when he returned we all felt somewhat guilty, even though we knew there was nothing we could have done. There was a tense dinner some days after the funeral where I found it hard to look Winston in the eye.
Feel free to interpret this for me.