I keep having the strangest dreams about ex-boyfriends

Last night I was helping my ex- from high school retrieve massive ladders from a rainforest canopy. What precisely the ladders were doing in the canopy is anyone’s guess; but we needed them to take to some kind of hippy camping festival where they were an integral part of his mate’s camping set-up.

A few nights before that was a really complex dream about two ex-boyfriends having sex in a holiday house that kept morphing into different floor layouts so that it became increasingly difficult to access the door to the room they were in. Being that they’re both heterosexual (as far as I know) they weren’t really sure that they wanted to be having the sex, but they were putting in a good effort anyway because for some reason it was ‘expected’.

A can’t really remember the ones before that, just that I know I had them; and I’ve been trying to identify any reason why this may be happening, but I can’t.

My best guess is that it’s got something to do with my increasingly whimsical frame of mind. I’m feeling scatty and close to unhinged at the moment. This morning I felt it necessary to apologise to my office peeps in advance of any quirky things I might do or say in the next few days – in case I get my crazy on in the workplace.