say cheese

Does cheese make you ahve more and weirder dreams? Possibly an old wives tale. On Sunday night we had pizza for dinner and I had a weird dream for desert. A couple of days have dulled the memory, but I recall a rocky shoreline with some small waves breaking as white water in which I was standing. And this was very close to the outside void-where-there-should-be-a-wall of a house. Someone passed a baby to me from the water and I handed it back to someone in the house. As is usual in my dreams I do not know who these other people are. In fact, I don't actually see them, I just know they are there because of what is going on. Straight afterwards the water has calmed and I am about to go in. From the square wooden pole I am now perched upon, located between the house and the water. A cockroach scambles over my hand, then I see a couple more nearby. They don't put me off, but the snake does and I shout loudly, but get no reponse, for a helping hand to get from the pole to the house. I should have blogged this on Monday when the memory was fresher because there was more. Dad gave me some advice about something that I took offence too - but I have no idea what.

And so to a little analysis. I have just finished reading a book about cockroaches. Sally and I are considering etting a puppy and on Sunday night I was looking at how we could fence off some of the garden for a dog. Between the slab our sunroom's poles sit in and the garden is a small rock slope and I reckon the room/rocks/water/baby of the dream are the house/rock slope/garden/puppy. Probably morphed to a shoreline because I am missing being in the water. Dad's advice was likely because I had a mini blow-up with sal in the afternoon, borne of utter knackerdness. No idea abou the snake. That's the best I've got for now.

And according to The British Cheese Board's somewhat limited study the stuff may aid a good night's sleep.