Two weird things happened to me last night. One, I watched The Avengers. Yes, the movie. The really bad one. I don’t know why I did it. Two, I not only remembered what I dreamt, but it was deeply bizarre. It wasn’t actually a dream. It was a replay of a morning in my life, from January 1997, while I was living in Edinburgh. Like, a complete one, as far as I recall. I woke up and felt totally disoriented, like the last 4 and half years of my life hadn’t happened. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should be in The Living Room in Edinburgh, spending money I couldn’t afford on cheering my girlfriend up. (And wondering where my hair had gone…)

I haven’t thought about that morning in years, and suddenly, it’s all there, like it’s happening right now and I’m waking up discovering that there are cresent marks on my palms from where I had my fists clenched in my sleep and and was digging the nails in, like I did that morning. I’d put it down to doing that in my sleep, and the sensation triggering the memory, except that the clenched fists happened quite late on in the morning, and I recall dreaming a lot of what lead up to them beforehand…