Last night I had the strangest dream… I woke exhausted and astounded.
A queue of people and I’m being very polite when I ask the lady with the gnu what she does with her pet’s poo. Would she like a poo bag from one of the other animals on the farm, a horse perhaps?
I didn’t know at that point that the gnu had poo-ed already
Now I had to clean up these large cubes of gnu poo. They were all under the desk of Robin Williams, who had tramped through the poo in his finance department. Gnu poo is harder to clean up than you think.
The queue and the work was something related to dog trials, so I started to take Puck on a dog obedience trial. At first I had no dog lead at all and a period of dog chasing chaos ensued. Somehow during this I acquired an extra dog. People gave it lots of attention and told me that he was a lovely puppy. I was struggling to actually see him. So now I had two dogs, who were completely entangled with all the other dogs and the gnu poo.
But then I learnt that the puppy was a Beagle puppy. I checked back with my friend Brenda who confirmed that the puppy hadn’t been swapped, it had been a beagle all along. This was bad. I could never train a beagle puppy. The kids were around and they were very excited about the puppy. Nick was not going to be happy. Somehow the puppy was responsible for us purchasing its owners Mercedes campervan.
We really can’t afford another vehicle. Even one fitted out with all this camping stuff. The kids clambered through it and loved it. I knew Nick would be in a state of cross disbelief. I looked under the bonnet and somehow saw into the whole cavernous space of the van without the fitout and was impressed with just how much storage space existed. In the middle of the back of the van was a disembodied head. The mechanic explained to me that the man was responsible for puffing and that made the airconditioning work. I asked him if he ever took a holiday. I imagined it wasn’t a very nice job, and added further reason for me not wanting to purchase/acquire the van. But I seemed to have no choice. The owners had gone on holiday and were asking for their money.
During this whole time I was supposed to be delivering a Sustainability workshop for Swinburne, and I had totally forgotten about it. And I had no idea how I could possibly explain why I wasn’t there and I didn’t know what to do with the kids.
Then the plane crashed. We were already in the airport carpark with the van. Now I had to help rescue children who had landed in shopping carts. However customs officials weren’t going to let me past as a helper as I didn’t have my papers.
It was a welcome relief when Audrey arrived at the side of my bed wanting to climb in for a morning cuddle.
