Barry frequently has very vivid dreams. The dream he had last night involved virtual ducks which could interface with anything. He couldn’t understand why the sky wasn’t filled with them but then realised they were a special one-off bunch. They were good and he was pleased with them because they were compatible with all media standards, all types of video recording. This meant that he could record them much more easily than real ducks.
Although he knew that the concept made absolutely no sense whatsoever he was very happy and had a most enjoyable dream.
Meanwhile, I was dreaming of a tree that had been planted in a container that looked like a canvas shopping bag. There was a padlock attached to it but a strong wind was threatening to blow it into the pond. I went out to make it secure but had to negotiate the water sprinkler. As I was pondering how to do this – I was in my nightdress – my son suddenly appeared, dressed in oilskins, and walked over a wooden plank to make it safe. Barry was also there, working out the best way to save the tree, but obviously his mind was more on virtual ducks than padlocked trees!