Daily Dreaming

Last night’s dream was fairly plain. I was in the local rugby club that my parents are well connected to, sitting at a table in the main hall. Around the table were my family, my godfather and a couple of other people I didn’t know.

We had been talking and drinking for a while, and the day was winding down. Absentmindedly looking around the room, I noticed that one of the windows looking out onto the pitch had blown, leaving a horrible collection of moisture in between the double glazing. I pointed this out to my dad, who agreed it needed fixing.

I suggested to one of the other members of our table, presumably someone with some authority to do something about this, that he ought to consider a full replacement of the unit as it looked quite dated. The man shot back that I didn’t know what I was talking about, and that it wasn’t important to fix. Somewhat taken aback by the abrupt response, I sat silently for a moment.

Suddenly my Godfather put down his drink and berated the man for his rudeness. The man told him where to go, and then all hell broke loose. The argument between the two grew as my dad and then other members of the club joined in, bickering and shouting at each other in a cacophony of noise.

I put my head on the table, too tired and too embarrassed to deal with a bunch of drunken men fighting over something as trivial as a window.