Since September I have had a reoccuring theme in sometimes a small part of my dream and other times a large part of my dream.

I dream I am either unpacking, or packing clothes and twice I have raked up tickets.

Once I found an opal bracelet and gave it to a deceased aunt. Another time I am discussing each item. Another time the clothes are on the floor and need a wash.

Normally, in my waking life I am very tidy. During this dream phase, till yesterday, I was not ironing my clothes firstly because I had no ironing board and secondly I felt like breaking out. The freedom and grunge felt a little perculiar but I decided to go with the flow whilst I could.

Now back at work - back to the ironing board.