Odd dreams

Last night, I had a dream with John Savelle making his usual frustrating appearance. I hadn't dreamed about him in quite a while. I guess I was due.

In this dream, I'm in the rural UK with the husband. I've told him bluntly that I want to find John and say hello, and he's okay with this. I track John down; he's playing football with some other men. When he sees me, he is not happy and backs away. I retreat to a small house, only to find my husband cutting his hair in a most unattractive way. I take the shaver away from him before he totally ruins his hair and try to comb it back into an acceptable style.

Later we leave, only to see John's wife arriving. There's a polite exchange of greetings - I can't remember what was said except that I was assuming that his wife would be relieved to see me with a husband in tow. But I was unhappy that John had not been civil to me during the visit.

As usual, I'm not sure what this dream meant. But it reinforces one of the few facts of life I'm totally, 101% certain about: we don't choose who we love.