I woke at 11.00pm from a dream about an ex-tutor of mine. He was wrapping some small sandwiches up for me in what he told me was an aloe vera type of wrapping. Had I been visiting him? It was a kind gesture, though I knew that I would never eat the sandwiches. When I went back to sleep after having a pee, I dreamt of him again, though this time we were both in the art school. Other faces that I knew were there too. I woke just after I’d began wrapping up his tools for him.
