I had a dream that I was carrying a small white coffin on my shoulder with one arm to St.Marys church in Princes Risborough. As I got inside the church, somebody elses funeral was still going on. And then I realised it had been going on all day and the coffins had piled up over at the side of the room. I took the coffin off my shoulder, slid it over to the edge of the room and went outside.
When I got outside all the old men from Risborough were in lines like scouts on a parade. Ron, our old next door neighbour, was in the back line wearing an indian headdress with massive feathers, like jay kay, and he was laughing his head off. I said he shouldn't be laughing like that there are funerals taking place.
