Here is this morning’s dream. It had an odd feel a feel of miss.

The dream opens with a strong visual image of Jason Laura and David. In the dream I know beyond doubt that they have missed what fate had in store for them in regard of their interaction with me. They have lost their way and lost their fate. They are now meandering and going through the motions. I know in the dream that this is particularly so for the men. I know that they are among many others who have missed what their fate might have offered them in regard of their possible interaction with me. They have squandered rare opportunity.

The scene changes and I am on a train in South London. I am going to look at a flat / house share. The train stops and I get off, not at platform. I walk through the streets of South London and come to one of those very big grand double bay houses that they have there. I go in through the back garden gate and am met there by a ditzy blonde English woman in her forties. She is “Sloane Ranger” in appearance accent and manner. She welcomes me effusively and we enter a wire mesh cage like structure where she keeps her outdoors pets. A black and white cat crawls under the wire and climbs up my trousers to perch on my shoulder like a parrot. The cat is uniquely friendly to me and the woman comments that the cat does not generally like men. The cat continues to nuzzle me as we walk into the house.

On entering the house the woman, the landlord, apologises for the mess. She is in the act of cleaning. The downstairs kitchen is very large and good for parties. She takes me upstairs to the first room for rent. It is very large and decked out like a bedsit with a bed, a sofa and a desk. We go up a half height stairwell to a second room. In it is a “Henry” hoover. She has been interrupted cleaning. It is a shit tip. There is a mess. She says that she has been having trouble hoovering up the powder in the carpet. I start the vacuum cleaner and it cleans the powder with ease. She goes on to say that I could rent the entire property or if it suited she could stay and I could rent rooms. She hints that she would like to stay particularly if I am to be one of the tenants. We move on to another room which is similarly large set up like a bedsit. There is a floor in the attic in which she could stay in. All the rooms are big and spacious, surprisingly so for the rent and London. There are specifically three rooms. I thank the woman and go out through the front door closing the garden gate behind me.

I am now on a bus in South London heading North. I am with my wife. We are going uphill which I say is a good thing. It means we are heading North. I say to her that the house I have just viewed was nice enough but it was miles from the train or tube. There was mess.

We get off the bus and go towards a theatre. It feels a bit like Richmond. There is a stand alone theatre with a car park and a restaurant off the car park. As we are getting near the front of the theatre we see James McAvoy. He notes that we have recognised him and in the dream he knows me. He says that we should remind everybody not to underestimate the brilliant Scottish actor James McAvoy. We both perform a mock army salute to each other and he disappears into the theatre.

The dream ends.