Gosh I hope not, you've got me worried now

And don't forget the thirty-foot high bicycle which I used to find myself riding...

Strictly in the interests of research, Tommo, I've spent many minutes googling the many available images of Miss Spiteri. But this is as close as I could get to your dream. At least there are stripes.

I've just remembered that I had (yet again!) my only recurring dream last night, in which my 'A'-level exams are a couple of days away and I suddenly realise I have no idea of the timetable, and also realise that I haven't practised any German vocabulary for the whole two years. I hope desperately that my German oral test is the last exam, because I know they're spread out over ten days and I think that will be long enough for me to brush up my German (while doing maths and philosophy exams in the meantime?!?), but I look at the timetable and find out it's this afternoon.

I don't know why my subjects have always changed slightly in my dreams. I actually did German, music and philosophy but I don't remember that I was doing music at all in last night's dream. For a while the more regular version of the dream was that I remembered at the last minute that I'd also chosen maths as one of my subjects, but had forgotten to go to any classes for the whole 2 years and was worrying that I'd go into the exam and have no idea how to do anything.

I certainly have had plenty of exam anxiety dreams in my time! Not recently, though.


Last night I had a very odd dream. I had ordered some books by post - not an unusual occurrence. I think they were books on cathedrals. In the parcel with them when they arrived were a great many postcards of ballet dancers fron Tsarist Russia, and a necklace with an accompanying hand-written note explaining that it had belonged to the ballerina Mathilde Kschessinskaya (sp?). I can see this necklace quite clearly still in my mind's eye - very long and delicate, with rectangular links of enamelled flowers on a turquoise background, links of gold in between. It was nothing like any necklace I've ever seen, except the shape of the links was the same as those in a silver necklace of mine, that belonged to my mother. What was that all about, then? When I woke up I was very disappointed that it wasn't true.

I was sitting at the computer, doing no idea what, when the sun was suddenly covered by a really black cloud. It went as dark as night, the streetlights came on and then suddenly went out. I went to the window and looked out. The cloud seemed physically solid, and looked very ugly. There was a tension, as if something was about to happen, so I sat down on the floor by the window. The cloud passed, and the sun reappeared suddenly. I looked behind me to check that it hadn't been a dream. Yes, bright sunshine on the wall behind.

Rapidly another cloud appeared at terrible speed. The sun vanished, and the cloud came down to the surface with a great wind. I could see it tearing through the air looking like really thick snow. I looked up at the smaller window at the top, and saw it foaming through the crack like some malevolent creature. I didn't seem to be tall enough to reach the window to shut it, so I climbed on a chair. It wouldn't budge. I breathed in some of the smoke and felt really sick, and ran for the bathroom. The light wouldn't come on, so I stayed there for a few minutes. Feeling better, I went back into the room and could not see a thing. I think I swooned, but thankfully I woke up then anyway.

It was all terribly vivid, and has left me a little disturbed...

eru, that's a very scary dream somehow, not least because you recount it so vividly.

Ron, 'Svetlanisset' sounds like a cross between a Russian glamour model and a single malt.