5. 8th July
It’s 6.37am and I’ve just woken up. I’ve had that dream again about Chelsea midfielder Frank Lampard and thought I’d better scribble it down before I forget it all. He’s living in our loft (in the dream), and is clearly on the run from something or someone. I can hear the studs on his football boots tapping around up there as he slowly paces.
I wonder if I could discover what it is he’s running from whether it might make things clearer. This dream interpretation thing is really interesting. I downloaded a free ebook about it yesterday. I’ve noticed my dreams have been vivid and a bit weird since the incident with the lollipop lady and the book says that it’s quite common for stressful or life-changing events to trigger a period of intense dreaming as your brain tries to make sense of it all. Everything can be interpreted somehow and it’s never straightforward. Apparently, everything’s an allegory or a metaphor or a symbol of something else, though I’m not convinced there could be many alternative interpretations of my recurring dream about Jennifer Lawrence. Perhaps the massage oil isn’t really massage oil?