In last night’s dream, I was on holiday with Mother in a little country village. We were going on a little tour of the historic features of the village, led by a young girl. She had dark hair and a bit too much make up, but she seemed nice. As we walked around, she pointed things out and told us anecdotes and facts. She stumbled quite a few times and had to pause to remember things. We ended up in a field, where she thanked everyone for coming. Everybody said she’d done a great job, even though she hadn’t. I didn’t say anything, I just stood there wearing a beret.

On the way back to the hotel, mother told me that the girl had seen me and fancied me. She’d given mother her number to give to me. I asked my mother for the number, but she gave me my number instead. We went back to our hotel and went for a meal. Later on she found the right number for the girl and let me have it.

A minibus then came to pick us up. Some of the people on the minibus I recognised from karate. As we pulled off, someone noticed that we’d left two people behind. I looked out of the window and saw it was my friends Mike and Josh, who were running after the minibus. The driver told us he was planning to go back for them, but not to tell them because it would be funny. Eventually we stopped at the lights and they caught up to us and got in the minibus.

In the next part of the dream, I was at home and my nephew, Max, had come to ours. He was upstairs on his own. I could hear him, but when I went upstairs to look, I couldn’t find him. I searched every room and finally found him behind mother’s bedside cabinet. I took him downstairs, but on the least few steps he stopped on each one and stood in a different position. I told him to behave, but as I did, mother came in. She thought he’d been like that the whole way down the stairs and started to tell him off as well, but I told her he hadn’t and she stopped.