I don't know if we already have a thread for this; if so, please amalgamate.
It is for weird dreams and, if people feel daft enough, "interpretations". I had a really, really odd one a couple of days ago, while sleeping in the afternoon pre-night shift.
I had set off on my bike with a full camping load, and for some reason that involved going to my former spousal home in Horley. My ex-wife was ironing vast quantities of clothing, having set up a frame tent on the grassy area across the road, supplied by an extension cable. I had to climb over a shop-style counter to get to her, but she looked like my friend Emma, and had grown to about six foot six tall.
I came out of the ironing place to find my bike gone, but the tent and sleeping bag left behind, so I went walkabout to look for my bike, turning the corner and emerging onto Buckingham Palace Road in London. There was a family, Mam/Dad/Lad, trying to sort out hire bikes, which were actually tadpole trikes, in red, with no sprockets/pedals. I tried to assemble the boy's, which involved folding it in half, and the family took me to the hire centre, which was somebody's bedroom. There were pedal/sprocket assemblies in the wardrobe, so I wheeled the trikes next to the bed and started attaching drive trains.
There followed a really detailed bit of dream about grub screws and plastic caps, but nowhere did a chain feature. Screwdrivers were in a toothbrush holder in the en-suite bathroom. Partway through, the occupant of the bedroom turned up, who was my old mandolin tutor Stuart. He showed me two large flat screen TV's he wanted me to take, and we disassembled them by taking off the screens, which rolled up like rugs, to reveal five planks laid side by side that formed the stiffening for each TV. We discussed whether the screens should be rolled around the two bundles of planks.
We rolled up the two screens, and attached a bundle of planks to each one, which we strapped to the rack of my bike, which had appeared on the street outside the bedroom... and that was it.