What on Earth was that dream about last night. I had a lot of trouble sleeping and awoke at exactly 2.45, 4.45 and 6.45 am.
I dreamt that I was in the Highlands of Scotland on a walking holiday. I got a phone call from a person (a school friend who I had not seen in some 20 years) telling me that my father had died. I remember in the dream saying “I had predicted this weeks ago”. I got a train from Scotland to Portugal and remember being told that my father had his head chopped off by a random guy.
The guy turns out to be my brother from an affair (in my dream!) that my dad had with a Swedish writer called Annika Eriksson. The brother said that he was heir to the family fortune (which I was unaware we had) and then one by one proceeded to behead every member of my family. It was only when my sister and I stopped him that I awoke in what I can only describe as a puddle of sweat.
What the hell was that all about?!