So many of my dreams involve walking. Not surprising really, considering how much I do of it in my waking hours. Mostly the environments are urban, sometimes at night, sometimes in the day. Last night, I had to go back. Firstly because I had left my handbag behind. I was stressed. But returning to what I think was a restaurant, it had been found and put in a cupboard. I watched as she got it out for me, out of a cupboard that was chockfull of stuff. Then I was going back again, back to a house where there was washing machine full of clothes that I had no time to wash. All so banal, but at the time it was significant. The going back certainly is, was. Where was I going back to, and what was I trying to refind? Will the next few dreams begin to make sense of this for me? Shall I ask them?
