I’m not sure how i feel about dreams , especially when i start to recall mine after a few years. This morning I wake up at just after five without needing anything in the night but with a sharp recollection of my night’s dream.
I was walking through part of my old polytechnic, a part I only explored in later years with a wilting bunch of flowers hunting for a toilet. Despite a sense of passing one just then, I carry on my hunt, into a busy reception area.
In the end i do not find what i need and wake with a clear recollection. This is just the kind of searching dream I had intermittently before mum passed away certainly and maybe also when dad was alive. I could only ever assume it meant that I was searching for something. The flowers though are surely for my mum and dad.