Last night I dreamed about Mum's friend.
For those of you following my story, she is the one who just lost her husband, whose funeral I went to.
I dreamed she was taking Ecstacy as a new cure for event-specific depression. I wanted to ask Mum if she had any spare. [This comes from a conversation Mum & I had about the fact Nan had a huge amount of opium-derivative painkillers left behind when she died of cancer, and the chemist was puzzled as to why Mum was returning them. And I secretly thought, "I wish I'd known!"]
And then I dreamed that she (the friend) had won a competition to name new streets in this area. Although for some reason they were replacing the existing street names - possibly because of the real reported slowdown in building. But she only wanted to name them after her ex husband. "How stupid!" Mum said. "Colin Street, Colin Close, Colin Path, Colin Avenue! Imagine how much trouble that will cause with the post!" This is rooted in real life too, as my bro lives on Poplar Close, which is off Poplar Road - the same numbered house on that street often gets their post.
And finally, she wanted to rename Roxwell Path as Coxwell Path (for his surname). Mun said, "They'll never allow that! It sounds too rude!"
Mum admitted this morning that she was the same in my dreams as she was IRL.
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