Daily Dreaming

I can only remember a small fragment of my dream from last night.

I was sat on a sofa in a small cabin room, with another sofa to my right and two small tables with chairs to my left. Occupying these were various friends, and we were sat in a semi circle around a plush rug. In front of us a rustic fireplace crackled slowly.

My friend on the other sofa was reading trivia questions from a set of cards, and it was a free-for-all with everyone shouting answers. Everything was covered, from film to history, art to general knowledge, and the friendly competition was punctuated by bursts of laughter as the game became less and less structured.

Then it was the next morning, and I was laying in a comfortable bed. The holiday over, it was time to go home and I hadn’t packed anything yet. I spent a few minutes hurriedly gathering my bits together and then headed into the ensuite for a quick shower.

Halfway through, there was a knock on the door. It wasn’t any of my friends from the night before but instead my sister, shouting loudly that everyone else was ready to go. I didn’t even have time to question where she had come from, and hastily dried off. Throwing on some clothes and stuffing my bag, I jogged downstairs and out the front door.

There was a large jeep on the gravel drive with the boot open and bags bundled all together. Chucking my bag on top, I hopped into the back seats and we set off. The weather was a drizzly grey, and it was hard to see too far out the car window, but I could see us approaching a tree-topped hill with the road snaking around to the right.

The trip was going to be long, and I settled into a comfortable position as I began to doze off. Then I was awake again, but in my own bed.

The remnants of my dream holiday were mostly gone, but these few snippets stuck with me.