Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily

Blimey, I haven't written properly for AGES! This is actually because I've been too wrapped up with Bestest Boyfriend (BBF) to be bothered with anything else; plus I'm going through a particularly lazy phase.  Bizarrely I dreamed about 2 of my followers last night - the lucky ladies were Unknown Housewife and our favourite pant flasher, Kerrie.  

Like most dreams, it didn't really make any sense but I can remember this much:  I was in Italy with BBF and a faceless female friend and was visiting Sorento - while I was there I decided to go to Pompeii then on to Vesuvius without telling anyone I was leaving.  Obviously there was no actual travelling between locations and none of the places  looked like they do in real life, but I knew they were those places in my head and they were beautiful, vivid and very real to me - I recall having a brilliant time.

Later, I was dining al fresco by the sea with my faceless friend and some other people I don't know; Secret Housewife and Kerrie were at the other end of the table and Kerrie started making a right show of herself by singing badly and very loudly - everyone at the table was mortified by her lack of decorum and shame.  Then a distraction appeared in the shape of Lady Gaga at another table who had been recognised by some paps clamouring at a nearby gate; she then sped off across the Bay of Naples in a speedboat with the paps in pursuit and the dream was over.

I'm imagining the reason I dreamed about my Blogger friends is because I was talking to another friend the other night about how I have been involved in the highs and lows of your lives for 2 years now and how you're sometimes more supportive than my actual mates. I was explaining how It's easy for us to tell each other everything because we won't worry, judge, blabber or care much - saying that, I was mulling over Unknown Housewife's son dilemma for most of the day!

I've been talking about Italy a lot recently as I want to go to Rome or Venice for my 40th next year, and I may have dreamed about Lady Gaga because I can't stand her. Superlative said he once dreamed about me; we were walking along at the college he works at and he said some people were throwing things at us...

I've never dreamt about any of you before, but all I have to say is: Unknown Housewife - you were a pleasure to be around, and Kerrie - you need to get a hold of yourself and possibly take singing lessons!

Missing Dexter

I dreamed of Dexter again last night. I've only had half a dozen dreams about him since he died (nearly 5 months ago now) but they always linger long after I wake up.

The strange thing about last night was that I was very aware that he shouldn't have been there. In the dream, I remember saying to someone "maybe there was a mistake because look: there he is and I can hear him breathing" - and I really could hear him breathing! But then as soon as I realised he shouldn't be there he disappeared and I couldn't find him even though I looked.

Usually he's just hanging around and chilling out, but once I dreamed I was trying to stop him escaping out of a car window - but he struggled free anyway and I lost him.

I don't mind dreaming about the little fella, but I just wish I didn't feel so sad when I wake up... I really miss him.

The Future is Bright, The Future is Pink

Sometimes you didn't know you really wanted something until you get asked a question, then quick as a flash the answer comes out and surprises you. 

I was once asked to write a wish-list and top of the list was a house in Sorento. I was also was asked recently where my heart lies, and I knew immediately where I'd left it.

I've been to Sorento twice and
 it truly is a special place. It's twee (almost the town that taste forgot - holographic images of Christ on the cross, and fur/leopardskin effect bag combos with feathers!) it's historic, and it has the bluest sea that I have even seen. Across the bay is Vesuvius, a short boat ride will take you to Capri and you can take a direct train to Pompeii for just a few euros.

Near the old monastery that I stay in, (Porto Salvo - 2ft thick whitewashed walls, red tiled floors, wooden shutters and orange trees in the grounds) there is a gorgeous pink house on the edge of the cliff that I wish I lived in - Isn't it beautiful? It's the sort of house in which you could sweep around in a silk negligee, fluffy mules and a dusky tan. I know that if I could have anything, I would have this house.