Steepholm's Dream Diary: 8

[steepholm]

Not much to report this morning - the dreams are all scattered and slidden away. But I do remember being in a taxi of sorts, one of a special fleet (geddit?) owned by the Royal Navy. It was taking me across London on a fairly secret mission. I'm not sure why or where, but I do remember being charmed to find it came equipped with its own little hammock. Bless!