Flying high

I love flying dreams. I'm never soaring effortlessly 'though, it's more like swimming through air and takes a lot of effort, and I sink to the ground if I stop my stroke. This time I had a companion who I was giving tips to, cos I'd flown before (in previous dreams). It all seemed perfectly reasonable to be swooshing through the sky and nobody who saw us was the least bit phased.

It was a great dream up until the point I forced myself on David Cameron in a swimming pool. Ugh.

Stupid brain.

You spoiled my dream, Cameron, you dough-faced bastard.