I was driving along a quiet road with very little traffic, however, the pavements were bustling with pedestrians, cyclists, skateboarders and scooters. I found myself approaching a T junction when suddenly I lost my eyesight, I could see nothing. All I could do was wind down the windows, listen for traffic and then pull out slowly and carefully because I wasn't 'allowed' to stop the car to get out. It was terrifying.
Then I woke up.
Amateur dream analysts could have a field day with that one.
I am not aware of having any major life decisions to make and I am certainly not under any particular stress... unless you count having to decide between finishing off a puff quilt, which should have been completed a year ago, or starting on crocheting a throw and indulging in a bit of colour therapy as I find up my wool...
I do suffer from two kinds of migraine, one of them being the painless variety, where the sight in one eye goes, to be replaced by a kind of firecracker worm which dances around for about 20 minutes. I had one of those episodes last week, so perhaps that was on my mind.
I have had my eye test, nothing has changed much over the last two years, so all is well in the department.
Perhaps I should put a sprig of Rosemary under my head tonight - "The leves layde under the heade whanne a man slepes, it doth away evell spirites and suffereth not to dreeme fowle dremes ne to be afeade." Taken from an old MS in the British Museum - A Garden of Herbs, by Eleanour Sinclair Rohde.