Last week I very unexpectedly had to go to Cyprus (I know, it's a tough life), and flew back to London on a 5am flight.  As one does, I decided to stay up all night and try sleeping on the plane.  I did indeed sleep, but had a horrific dream that I was trying to help a woman get to hospital.  She had a cut on her leg that everyone else thought was superficial but I could see had gone through a vein - she was bleeding copiously, but her blood was the colour of milky coffee.  I tried half-supporting half-carrying her up to the top of a hill where I thought - but wasn't sure - an ambulance would be waiting.

strina,  that's awful.  Prof Tommo will not analyse that, and I hope you have more restful nights soon.

hh,

Jacob with a beard is clearly biblical.  Have you been climbing ladders?  You are obviously on your way up!  But to a hothouse....?  No, he is incubating you.  You are nearly ready (as you keep taking off ze Duvet), and maybe Jacob is holding you back.  Break free.  Climb his ladder.  Fulfil your destiny, young hh

Prof. Tommo
Adviser on Relatively Surreal Experiences
Wien

Ah, so "a vile friend of a person in authority with a ladder" or "a fishman with a beard".  Clearly they are all out to get you!    No , no - my leetle joke, ja?  The first is too obvious to analyse, but the second needs some interpretation.  Are you religious, young hh?  A fishman with a beard could take you all the way back to Galilee.  Are you being asked to climb to a religious calling?

Maybe your subconscious is telling you to write a religiou work.  A composition for a church, or given the reference of your bearded man association, a composition for a time when the world's monotheistic religions were united.....

Only, martle's dream is giving you a warning.  To compose for that Ollie person would be a disaster.  Your score would be in pieces only stuck together with the flimsiest of selotape.  And given that those Australians call selotape "Durex", I think you can see the lack of conception in such a venture.  Please be warned that the intermingling of minds is asking you o tread a careful path in this pursuit.

Prof. Tommo
School for the Translation of Unusual Phenomena of the Id in Dreams
Wien

What a funny dream it was! I seemed to be reading something by somebody called "Johnstone" writing about Bach's St. Matthew Passion. I noted the three flats in the key signature, and immediately found myself playing the tune "Rockingham" (also in three flats) set to the words "When I survey the wond'rous cross".

As I played it, I was teleported (apparently instantaneously) to a town also called "Rockingham" that lies just south of Perth on the west-facing coastline of a place to which I have never travelled - Australia! In confusion, I wandered around in a daze, and was met by a very charming lady who invited me to her house for tea and crumpets. She made them - against the background sound of her HiFi playing Bach's St. Matthew Passion (actually the closing Chorus) - and as she entered the room with them she wiped the tears from her eyes (having been clearly moved by the music) - and we consumed them together.

She asked me who I was, and I asked her who she was. She replied "Mrs Kerfoops is delighted to make your acquaintance! We have ourself been patient in waiting to make your acquaintance for some time Mr Iron".

I awoke with a start! Finding myself still mysteriously embedded in S. E. London, I switched on my computer. Lo and behold, what was the first thing to show itself on the screen? Yes...you guessed it (didn't you?)...it was nothing other than:

THIS

So truth is stranger than fiction.

Baziron

When the alarm went off this morning, I had just asked George for a cider at a meetup, then lots of other people came in and took over our table, and I was calling for George from the pier at Exmouth.  Then the alarm rang.