The wolf moon has brought me very graphic dreams. A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I was wearing my little black leather boots but that the front of them had lost their colour. They’d taken on the look of skin. It was as if the black had been washed off. I was still wearing the boots, for I could feel the soles under my feet, but I could see my feet and toes through them. It was the oddest thing. I even brought it to the notice of others in my dreams. Look at my feet, I said.
