I dreamt that as it was so cold, Christmas was moved to June. The traditional food was declared to be anything raspberry flavoured. I found a raspberry cheesecake I liked and hid it in a drawer under my bed.
My nieces and mother were with me in a small room in an office building on 'Christmas day' eating bright pink ice cream sprouts. We were looking out at a side street when I saw my boss' boss (SMcG). She had been shrunken and had ice permanently stuck under her feet, so kept falling over.
For some reason none of us found this funny.
I discovered I could only go down stairs by throwing myself down them at breakneck speed, totally out of control.
In this way I arrived in a room where my Dad was painting the walls with white gloss paint. Everyone immediately started to shout at me that the paint was wet and it seemed no matter where I moved to, it was wrong, as the paint was wet there too.
In the end everyone pushed me outside with annoyance. It had been raining and I noticed that I could see scenes from the future in droplets of water. I walked along studying what was going to happen but didn't see a big hole so fell down it.
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