Living the Dream
With the exception of the movie , there’s nothing more boring than someone else’s dream. So, I’ll be concise when I tell you about this one. I was three years old when I dreamt I was in a fire station, wearing yellow gumboots and a coat over my PJs. I remember saying to a fireman, “I know this is a dream because I don’t know any firemen, I don’t have any yellow boots and if this were real life I wouldn’t be wearing pyjamas.” To test my theory, I climbed up a pole with ease and slid back
