I had a very vivid dream last night that the Gentleman Friend and I were in Somalia. It reminded me greatly of East Timor in the dream because of the low level of development, but it was definitely itself, with people we met and stayed with who were whole and vivid individuals with histories behind them, but I rememer none of the details.
The dream then became one of annoyance; I was back in Lahore, in the Cantonment flat where I spent part of my teens, just back from a long day at work and dying for a shower, but my grandmother wanted to go somewhere with me and sending message through younger cousins that I should come at once and not shower. I was really angry, so when the cousin quailed at taking my refusal back, I decided to forego my shower to go over to my grandmother’s and tell her myself. This was after a phone conversation with her during the waking day which left me annoyed as she said she had decided to start calling because no one (she went down a list of me and my siblings) cared for her.
The Gentleman Friend left for India last night, so our odyssey may be said to have begun though I don’t follow for another fortnight.
In happy news, I have bought a new face cream which has left my face feeling very nice indeed.