Dunno, maybe the dream symbolised that I find my work deadly dull in comparison to having mad dreams about what I'd ask Tolkien if I met him. Or maybe my hatred of being asked to go out anywhere and meet people? Then the lights going out bit must've been davem passing the window to my side of the bedroom with my plate of marmite on toast?
I once dreamed about an earthquake and the cats were having a proper 'kill' fight and had smashed the door open... I want to have my Gollum-mexican day of the dead dream again. That was funny.
