Sigmund Freud believed that dreams were windows into the unconscious mind. In the open circle at Woodford Spiritualist Church last night, someone gave me a short message, telling me to start writing down my dreams. Apparently, after three months, a pattern will emerge from the record of my dreams.
I am a little sceptical about this, but I may as well give it a try. Right … one of my dreams last night was about dogs. Clever dogs, which did not like to be cooped up in one place but needed space and freedom to move about. In another dream, I was listening to the end of Brahms’s First Symphony – which was coming to an end but did not end; instead it went on and on, in different directions, even suddenly turning into a duet for two violins.