I was in a small town built of concrete and metal shacks. It looked like maybe Central America. I crossed a dusty, busy road, under the hot sun and walked up a steep, narrow street of fairly large houses with green, grassy gardens. Suddenly I knew I was going to visit Squiggle. Whatever name he's using now. I couldn't remember the number of his house but when I saw a lawn with several toddlers trikes, I knew it was his. A large, '60s modernist bungalow. I rang the bell. He wasn't expecting me but opened the door with his characteristic cheeky grin. We went to inspect his shiny, complicated coffee machine and there was a surprise - another visitor, Mal Volio! MV was worried about his car, a three-wheeled Mercedes - was it still parked outside? I reassured him. Then I woke up suddenly and was genuinely surprised to find myself in my own bed.
When I fell asleep again the dream continued. Or was it another dream? Now I was logging on to the forum and Biggsy had posted a photo of a poisonous insect which he'd found in his house. This was causing quite a stir, partly for Biggsy's safety and partly because it was such a rare species. And then it faded out.
