I had the nuttiest dream last night. It frightened me.
I was with my ex and we went to a house where we were staying overnight. The house belonged to Gary Clail who sang Human Nature in 1991. It was an old farmhouse and it was damp. Gary Clail tried to flirt with me in front of my ex. Then everyone went into a large room and there was a party with a bonfire in the middle of the room. The wallpaper was mustard and turquoise with black patterns like a Sanderson sputnik 50s print. Gary had been working on the farm and was filthy. I slept in a room with my ex with beds at right angles and we argued.
There is no rhyme or reason for dreaming any of this. Why do we dream off the wall things?