Weird dreams inside the weasel mine

OK - does anyone out there know anything about British wildlife? I spotted a strange mammal that I've never seen before lurking by a garden hedge, near some open fields. At the shoulder, it was about as high as a small cat, but with a long thin weasel shape. I think it had a busy face and tail, rather like a Cheshire cat, and was quite dark with silver-ish tints around the face.

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Didn't sleep well last night, but when I did, I had the oddest dream:

I was on a train to Bristol that was for some reason going via Cheltenham. I got off the train to change at Cheltenham and looked down at my feet to discover my sandals were missing. This is a recurring theme in my dreams - I leave my sandals somewhere almost every time. Only this time, I'd decided in advance to lose my shoes. Then I ran back to the train to get them, but as the train was already pulling away I jumped out through the ceiling. I'd missed my connection and knew I had to wait for hours in Cheltenham. As I was bored, I decided to go and find one of my LJ-friends (who I'd conveniently wished lived in Cheltenham) and go clubbing. Which was great fun, but I missed the last train.

So I was wandering around Cheltenham. But I was stuck in a sort of pedestrian square, surrounded by inky black nothingness. It was kind of floating in the air on a big pillar. I decided I wanted to speak to my cousin, and she appeared, sitting on a bench with a rucksack. She was leaving her current life to travel around the world, and I decided to go with her so that I could find my dad. I'd been sitting on this huge stone bench for ages waiting for him, and he hadn't turned up. I left my cousin waiting there so that I could tell my friend that I was off to find dad, but it just kept getting darker and more confusing in the back streets of Cheltenham.

Then I woke up. The dream itself was almost normal - just a jumble of things, many of which I can identify from things on my mind at the moment. But I got a bit wigged by the missing sandals (AGAIN!), and by having to hunt for my dad. But I was almost steering the dream - I seemed to be consciously thinking "I'll do this", and it would happen.

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Hmm. I've finally woken up enough to get down a few notes about my weekend. Despite the extra day's holiday, it didn't feel any longer.

Actually, now I'm rather convinced that I'm losing the plot, although I've suspected this for a while. My mind seems to have finally surrendered some finer points of reality, convincing me that some fundamental shift in brain chemistry occurred in the past few months :P

In short, I don't seem to be able to remember much of the weekend at all.

I did go out for a curry on Sunday night, and watched Terminator 3. Which was way better than I expected, but that wouldn't have been too hard :D Sorted out my garden and planted Dad's tree. I made a really nice job of it and took some photos of the garden for posting at some point in the future. And I spent Monday with a friend who didn't want to go out anywhere :P So we stayed in and watched movies. That was it really - nothing profound at all.