6/10/12

Last night I had an odd dream that had dad and my cousin Lucy and mum in it. We were staying in a rustic cottage in the country, possibly on holiday. There is an outhouse where we shower that is pretty much just grey stone, and a white curtain and a drench shower with an old red flaky stable door separating it from the yard.

I broke my glasses in the dream and went to the opticians, and it was very old fashioned. Leather and wood panelling in green and gold. The staff were /weird/ and the place was kid friendly apparently. The most vivid thing I remember about this place was the crazy optician in the red leather extendable chair. It extended really high so they could reach up the pillar behind the counter to get things in the shelving it contained and the thing had joints in it too so it could bend sideways and lean over to deal with customers over the counter. It was all very strange