Morning all.
I finally have a TB dream to report - YAY!
though not that 'yay' actually.
He was staying at my parents' house (why?!) we had a brief conversation about what size welly-boots he needed to borrow, then I gave him a lift to a charity do, which was full so we ended up standing against a wall (promising...) near the front. Then said charity do starts, and he goes up to do some welcoming speech thing
goes I in my dream - well celebrity endorsement etc then he finishes his intro, gets a drink from the bar (but not for me), walks straight past me and squeezes over to a seat with a bunch of suits and that's the last I see of him. I end up in a mostly empty hall talking about 'incy wincy spider' with someone who looked a bit like a school mum, and worrying about whether I was meant to give him a lift home and if so how was I meant to find him. Then I woke up and thought
FML it's too early for this 'being awake' nonsense, and why didn't I get his number? And couldn't get back to sleep.
So classic anxiety dream then, with added TB though at least I'm pleased to say he was in Paris mode, rather than 70s porn star mode 
And now I'm knackered. Again.
And must remember to take Stupid Cat to the vet to get signed off as being utterly batshit normal.
Hope all are well this morning, especially Elk after yesterday's traumas.