Running.

[whatho]

I dreamt that I had orders to go on the run, alone, with the rest of the family running in different directions, in order to avoid the TV licensing people. Please note that in waking life I have nothing to fear from the TV licensing people, but in my dream they were after me. I was told to run, primarily for the hills, to move frequently, to take advantage of the hospitality of friends across the country, to live on my wits and my change and stolen fruit, and I was so happy. It was the happiest order I've ever had. I expect this speaks volumes. Perhaps it wouldn't be such riotous fun if it hadn't been a dream.

I'd just got to Birmingham New Street station by the time I woke up. Ultimately I think I was aiming for the Himalayas. Why could that dream not have gone slightly further?

Mood=Penguin-shaped balloon.

Comments

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I am genuinely quite comforted to know that I can hide in your house if people are chasing me to recover fines. Thank you.

I think they had swords as well.