Woah…  Sezchuan Stirfry got the old dream factory going last night.

It was a strange dream.

I was going to this college or school for some sort of event, but had left my wallet at the institution.  I had already walked to a trainstation.  I told someone at the station, and they enlisted the help of this middle-age man and his pretty skanky looking blonde wife to drive me back to get my wallet so I could get back in time for the train.  He looked like the usual dapper middle-aged chap, I think he had a hat on.  But the woman was in a blowy, almost see-through short-cut dress that seemed completely inappropriate for the location.  She was a fair bit older than me, a faded beauty to be sure.

The dream started out as if we were driving an enclosed car, but it morphed into a convertible. Strange, I know!

But on the way to the Institution, the car lost control and it was flung up very, very high into the air.  I almost fell out of the car as it was flying, but I managed to get back in.  The driver then said, “Well, you’re still going to die”.  And still high enough to say my past prayers…

Before my eyes creaked open at 4:30am.