l dreamed that l was in a social setting with a group of women whom l knew (in the dream, not real life). We were seated on bench-type seating around three sides of a light, bright, airy structure; perhaps a seaside hut or a huge old-style horse-drawn wooden caravan.
On the bench to my right side was a copy of Fortean Times; on the left, a cup of tea on a saucer.
A woman carrying an older baby/toddler entered the structure. The woman to my left - an attractive younger woman with stylish, short blonde hair - addressed her, saying (referring to me), “He’s a good one, he reads Fortean Times”, or words to that effect.
The woman with the baby approached me and allowed it to stand on the bench to my left. The baby promptly sat down on my teacup, and began to wail. For some reason, all the women seemed to believe that this was my fault.
The End.
maximus otter