Last night I had an appallingly vivid dream that a group of friends and I found ourselves stranded somewhere that required climbing out of and I couldn’t manage.
My subconscious is turning on me.
Our group of school mates, who have remained close, despite being scattered to every corner of the world, aren’t in bad shape.
As we frequently remind each other. ‘Look at you, so gorgeous’. ‘No you…. You never change’
We love and admire each other. It’s a good thing.
But, truth be told, there is only one of us who is an athlete. She is a machine. Running, cycling, paddling…. You name it. The girl has done it and is still doing it.
As a result, we never let her suggest an activity when we get together. We have to drug her to get to our level of happy slothness.
She must have got us into the dire situation in my dream.
In my dream, she was behind me, instructing me how to climb out. Pushing my bum actually.
I was not brave.
I can’t, I wailed, leave me, save yourselves.
We can’t get around you, she announced, if you don’t climb out, we’ll all die.
Bloody hell… Who needs that pressure.
I’m on my rowing machine as I write. Cycling next.
Can’t let mates perish can we?