I used to dream about really exciting stuff, but now it's like reality has seeped in and I'm middle-aged even in my dreams. Am I the only one who is like this?
Last night I dreamt I was a widow with three boys in the 1960s for some reason. Our house was pretty pedestrian and ugly and a bit messy and there were jigsaw pieces all over the floor, I assume because Lego hadn't been invented yet.
I was in the early stages of dating a new man who worked in finance but I didn't really like him because he was really boring and he had bad breath and I couldn't see myself with him for the next 20 years.
Kenneth Williams lived next door and he popped round. I considered marrying him because I knew he was on the look out for a lavender marriage to keep the gossip at bay. I thought this might be a good idea because at least he'd make me laugh and as he owned the house next door we could probably knock through and I could have a bigger kitchen.
I can't believe this is the height of my subconscious ambition. I could dream practically anything. I could be marrying a prince, or racing horses down a beach or being the first women to step foot on Mars. But no, dream me is in a run down semi-detached somewhere in outer London contemplating a sexless marriage so I wouldn't die of boredom and could have more space for the slow cooker.
Are anyone elses dreams similarly boring?