Can’t remember much of last night’s dream. We were going out for a meal with the karate guys and I’d decided to wear navy blue jeans and a navy blue blazer (which I own in real life). My mother pulled a face at the outfit, so I asked her what was wrong with it. She tried to brush it off, but I insisted she tell me so I didn’t look stupid. She said it looked awful, so I went and changed.

Later at the meal, my brother, his girlfriend and their two kids, Max and Halle, were also there. I played with the kids for a bit and then left.