Unusual dream

I woke up at 4am after the weirdest dream I’ve had in a decade. I was on a train, with Mathew, but he was a bit older – old enough to sit upright on my lap. I was doing that ‘ride the horsey’ thing that people do with youngsters – bouncing them on their knees while pretending they’re in the Grand National or something. I gave him an extra special bounce, only to see him bounce all the way up to the ceiling. It was only then I remembered that we were colonists on the Moon, and that I hadn’t made allowances for the lesser gravity. The weird bit was the detail – we were on a train because there had been a breach in the protective hull surrounding our town, and we were being evacuated to our nearest spaceport for transportation to another part of the lunar landscape. The ship we were heading for would be piloted by my own Philippa, who had retrained in astral engineering (I think) and become a pilot so she could earn enough for me to stay at home as a full-time parent. Everyone else on the train was ‘tutting’ at me and moaning that we’d have to slow down and risk missing our evacuation slot because I was a terrible father, but then someone fished Mathew out of the air using a butterfly net, and the guy that did it looked a lot like John Hurt.

Weird.

RC 24-2-19