Tuesday 31 March 2009: A full bottle in front of me
I know other people's dreams are really boring, but I really want to remember this one, so here goes.
I was led up a large, stand-alone stone viewing tower in a stately home by a tall, slim aristoctratic lady. I was being taken for a game of chess with a similarly aristocratic man, who followed close behind.
There was a perfectly good set of stairs, but for reasons unknown we had to ascend the building using poorly-fixed coat hooks on the wall. When we got there, the room was grand, with incredible views and a roaring log fire.
The game commenced, but all was not right - this game of chess used playing cards instead of a board, and the only cards in play were ones representing specific members of the local ruling families. As the game progressed, I was told, more cards would be brought into play.
Do you think I'm mental?