I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt I’d been on a long car journey1.
I ended up in a house. With a garden. And a bed. And belly rubs.
And then I woke up.
And I was still there. In the house. With a Garden. And a bed. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream.
I’ve spent the day chillaxing2. Most of my day has been spent on a blanket in the living room. Being fussed and drifting off to dream the same dream.
Perhaps this is a dream. A dream come true.