Dreams can come true
25 09 2006What I forgot to mention was that last week, I dreamt I was running the race last Saturday when I got to a bit where there were no signs or marshalls and I didn’t know which way to go, ooh, spooky!
Although in my dream, I had ended up at the top of a car park, so at least in real life I hadn’t quite so dramatically gone wrong.
My dreams don’t come true very often. Which is probably just as well.
And that’s the last time I moan about Saturday. Honest.
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