Here is this morning’s dream. The subject matter is entirely out of the blue.

The dream starts in the back of a very large limousine car. The seating is arranged like the back of black London cab. I am sat with my back to the driver and Prince William, Catherine and Harry are sat on a broad back seat facing the driver. The seats are made of a luxurious light cream leather and the vehicle is painted black. There is a privacy screen between the back seat and the chauffeur. We are driving around London towards Buckingham palace.

William, Catherine and I are discussing a charitable foundation for which I am the lead advisor and they are the lead patron-trustees. It is set up that they own a large part of the not for profit shares and I too have a small personal interest. The idea behind the charity is cross faith interdenominational. It seeks to break down prejudices and to be inclusive yet challenging. We are discussing how to finalise the articles of association and where the royal patronage seal should be on the “marketing” blurbs. Catherine in particular wants to take a very proactive role with William being more ceremonial. The are treating me like clergy.  I am entirely comfortable in their presence and they with me. They are animated and William is demonstrating a good dry piss taking sense of humour. We have pretty much concluded our discussions and Catherine takes charge of the document portfolio which she says she will have checked.

Harry, a post Meghan Harry, is back in London. He has a folder for his own charitable idea. It is to do with prisoner rehabilitation. He shows me a folder in which there are a number of files of hardcore mean violent criminals. He is debating what to do. He gives it to me. I say that why don’t we go visit them in prison and have a chat with them. He says that he thinks it needs more thinking. I say to Harry that I am entirely confident that if I were to meet these criminals I could fit in and easily strike up a rapport with them. The time is now. Harry procrastinates. I say to Harry that sometimes things don’t need to be too glossy and polished, they can be gritty and real. Harry thinks about it. He says that OK he will talk to the prison governor and he will observe my interactions with the inmates. We can decide how to formulate the charity then. Harry is unconvinced that I can get rapport with the prisoners, where as I know that I can. I am burly “beaten up” and can easily find the wavelength upon which to communicate. I give Harry back the file. I say to Harry, “carpe diem”.

William looks at Catherine and smiles. They are both glad that Harry now has something to do…

The dream ends….