One of the things I find about having a cold is that I end up having loads of dreams. I started with this cold Monday evening so I have three nights of dreams to relate. Most are little snippets:

On Monday I dreamt that I lived in a house made of wasps.

On Tuesday I had a cat that lived with me in a flat on something like the 14th floor, but it kept leaving lots of wriggly little worms all over the place. I ended up chucking the cat out the window.

Wednesday was much more varied: Firstly I met a mate (who I used to know at university) in a bar called No. 17. We played pool, and the beer was quite nice. The following day we went back, to find that two women were using the pool table as a foot rest, all the seats were arranged like in a cinema, and the beer was really bad. So we never went back there again.

This dream continued with me and a bunch of strangers conspiring to arrange for a women to find out that his boyfriend was cheating on her. Then I became a detective and successfully got a DNA sample from a reverse signature transferred from a cheque onto a piece of paper. I don’t know why.

The final part of the dream was me making friends with an animal which was a cross between an otter and a red squirrel, except without a tail. It came into my garden and I fed it. It seemed really happy and then left. Six months later seven of them came back, and they all recognised me. We played together for about 15 minutes and then they left. I spoke to a neighbour who remarked that they do remember if someone’s nice to them and that’s why more of them returned. He had 25 of them in his garden a couple of weeks previously.