The dream starts with me wandering around the hidden passages of an English university. It is very ornate and there are lots of rooms there. I am with people I do not know. We stumble upon an ornate room with a chaise-longue in it. We enter for a while.

Next, I notice an ascending staircase which I climb. I peak through the doorway and there are hags there, witches. I see three but there may be more. I hurry back downstairs. They do not appear to have seen me. They are in session of sorts. I tell the others and they want to see. I advise against it.

We are now outside and in the courtyard of the university. We take a seat on some garden furniture. I comment that I did not know we were allowed in this part of the garden. Someone say yes, this is where the professor came and spent the rest of his life.  He turned up and tuned into BBC 3 and stayed here. In the dream I doubt this.

Then there is a big celebration going on. One of the daughters of the three witches is getting married. She is marrying a warlock from a far distant land. He has gotten here by magical means. The celebration continues. I know that I am welcome among them. They are like kin.

The scene changes and I am on a trek in the mountains of Morocco. The scenery is black and dusty. The caravan is being led by a Tuareg dressed in black. We climb peak after peak then we come down to a more fertile and rocky landscape. We are crossing rivers. I am wearing my black leather shoes. I comment that they are not the best footwear. I shout back to the others to watch their step.

We are reaching a summit and there is a small chasm to jump across and a way that goes through a house. The house is decorated with tourist paraphernalia. I try to take the root through the house. There are two youngish women there. They have been waiting for me. “I am honoured, the honoured”, they say. Try as I may, I cannot get out of the house. Then I find a way.

As I walk around the village, I find some expats taking tea and gin on a veranda. I say that I need to jump the chasm but I am afraid. Will they help me? One of them apparently a vicar swells up and offers to help. He says that he can get me across but I must trust him completely. We approach the chasm. I jump it. It was nothing I had only thought it to be big. I thank him and say I didn’t need his help at all.

I am now a long way from the caravan. I set out to catch them up. The scene changes back to black and dusty.

The paths are now very busy with travellers going in both directions. I am overtaking many on my path. A blue turbaned Tuareg comes in the opposite direction. He recognises me and reaches out to touch me. “I have touched the venerable”, he says.

I continue on and now the path divides. The left hand path goes off further into the mountains. The path to the right follows a lowland route. I take the path to the left unsure as to which one my caravan has taken. As I progress along the path goes deeper into the mountains. The travellers start to thin out and soon I am walking the path alone. I must do this for a while.

I get scared and try to head down hill to cut across and back to the other path. I come upon a wall. Behind it are two Arabs one getting water and the other taking a piss. They have not noticed me. I wander on through a small village set in olive trees. There is a sense of glade to it. There is prosperity here. Down at the bottom of the glade I note a herd of kangaroos. I think this odd.

I leave the glade and continue down hill to reach the other path. We are back in the black scenery. I notice that I am still wearing my black leather shoes. The pace down hill is very fast and there is a sense that I must slow down so that I can see where I am going. I reach an opening and there is an apparent path at the edge of a dry river, a wadi.

Dream ends