Strange night

I am both annoyed and glad to be awake.

Annoyed because I didn't sleep so well and I'm still tired. Not insomnia by any means but one oddly repetitive dream followed by an anxiety dream.

And those dreams are why I'm glad to be awake, the first is fading rapidly, but involved, of all things, lots and lots of packed sandwiches wrapped in foil. I must have been snoring because I kept feeling bumps in my back, which instead of waking me, just got incorporated inexplicably into the reverie.

Later, in the next dream, I was back in a version of the office, where I was contacted by Matthew with a view to going to lunch. Somewhere in that dream, I ended up for a time in a church hall style advice centre, then had my laptop and iphone stolen. I started walking back to the office and somehow got turned around. Got on a bus, which seamlessly became a tram.

I was dropped off in a very wide valley, with a number of rivers in it, and several unfinished flyovers. I was trying to find another bus stop when I woke up.

Hand me the straight waistcoat and put my analyst on danger money, Baby.