Mrs. Wow and I were on holiday in Northern Scotland. We were in a town (Thurso probably) and we went to a performance in which a woman and her relatives were playing Bach's Double Concerto. The woman in question, who was playing one of the violin solo parts on a Stanley screwdriver,* had enormous breasts that constantly dripped milk and she stopped the performance in order to feed her daughter, who was about five years old. After that there was an unnecessarily frank exchange amongst the performers, who happened to be the woman's own family, about their idiosyncratic sexual practices. After that Mrs. Wow and I wandered amongst some Roman ruins for a while until it was time to retrieve our luggage and catch our train, but our panniers were nowhere to be found and our train was imminent. At that point our daughter opened the bedroom door and asked me to get dressed as her husband was about to go to work and our grandson had to be looked after.
My first thought on waking was "That dream was ridiculous. Everyone knows there are no Roman remains in Northern Scotland."
*as a a woodwind instrument, obv.