The wacky dreams keep on coming. This one on the weekend involved walking Maisie (the dog) with Marita in Footscray Park.
But beware! Assassins! In a white stationwagon! They pulled up nearby and came attacking, with a syringe full of something to stab me with.
Maisie, being her usual cautious self, was not about to intervene.
But I managed to fight them off, and at one point, one of them was on the ground and I decided to kick him.
Which is where dream-world and reality merged, as I let out a kick in bed, which got Marita in the shin.
Fortunately, being a sound sleeper (eg nothing short of an aircraft landing in the street would wake her) she did not stir.