Steepholm's Dream Diary: 6 - Error Code 01643

[steepholm]

Darn. All last night's dreams were rudely wiped from my mind when I was woken by an early morning telephone call. You know how it is when you're enjoying the complex taste of a Mouton Rothschild 2006, and then accidentally follow it up by swilling some dilute Harpic? Like that. I must hope for better luck tomorrow.

(For those who didn't recognize it immediately, 01643 is the dialling code for Porlock. See what I did there?)

Comments

[brisingamen.livejournal.com]

Your dream diary is getting to me. I dreamed I was visiting a museum that was in the UK but something to do with America (and no, not in Bath), which had displays in the basement but you had to crawl through a rather odd arrangement of beams and door to get to it, which I duly did, came back, and then was taken there again, only to discover that in fact if the doors and beams were folded back correctly, there was a small lift. No, I don't understand it either.

[kalypso-v.livejournal.com]

See what I did there?

I am filled with admiration.

All I can remember of this morning's dream is that I needed to take down some very large portraits of women - one was the portrait of my great-aunt which I really do have downstairs, the other two were more colourful and I think of Biblical or mediaeval subjects with gold frames. They were oddly displayed, being lined up frame to frame, with the two gold-framed ladies at right angles lining a corner and Florence to their immediate left. I think this was something to do with the need to rehang my pictures in order to fit in those I have brought back from my mother's flat, and possibly the fact that I've currently got Picasso's Maternité hanging right next to a bathroom cupboard because there happened to be a hook for a narrower picture there and I'm trying to decide whether it works in that room.