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Oh dear, the days of vivid dreams are here again. Of course, everybody does dream during the nightly period of rest. Many people aren´t even reminiscent of their dreams, come morning. Unfortunately, I am very well aware of what I have been dreaming most of the time. I have a dictaphone on my bedside table. It helps me recording the content of my dreams, especially when I am waking with a start, usually drenched in sweat, screaming in fear, other bedroom´s dwellers, usually husband, sometimes daughter of mine in the adjoining studio, on high alert. Yes, a lot of the things I dream fall into the category incubus. It starts with an everyday scene. This night I went wool shopping. Not one ball of wool, no, an armful of it, all colours, I am not fussy. On the way home my daughter, who had accompanied me, mysteriously vanished. I remember that at home I went to bed immediately, next to my already sleeping husband, who by the way appeared much younger. Next thing I remember is waking up next to Mr. Layle Smith. One look in his eyes, and I knew I was as good as dead. You should know that Mr. Smith is not a gentle man. There´s only one person that enjoys waking up next to him, and that person is not female, while I am. Mr. Smith looked at me enigmatically, his hand reaching for the wool. With wool you can tie up hands. Not as good as a rope, but sufficient. Mr. Smith is very good at tying up hands. He has to do it in case his prisoners attempt escape. So when he reached for my hands, I desperately tried to get away from him, striking and kicking at him full force. That´s when I heard the pitiful moans coming from my husband. While I was still contemplating whether Mr. Smith had taken a liking to my hubby, I was rudely awakened by said husband. I had not hit Mr. Smith but him. Full force, of course. In the nuts, of course. That hurts, a lot, of course. Hubby spent the rest of the night in the studio, to get well again. And I was ordered to quit reading upsetting literature before going to sleep. I think it´s worth a try.