Last week though I went back through my workbag looking for something and found a sheet of paper with the keyword fragments of the dream. It's so old though, the fragments aren't triggering anything...it must have been pretty good though for me to take the trouble to write stuff at all. Anyway, here's what I wrote...
College reunion...on the way in Jo then Bex...Sarah...I'll be back...have to find my clothes...lost sports gear after squash...lost property: other bloke looking - "that's mine...and that!"...blue jacket in school...bending Franklin's fingers back...Lawrence (dead) has lost weight...carrying bricks in a wheelbarrow...OK. I give up. What the bloody hell was all that about?
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