Sorry Gwyn.....again!!

Apologies in advance to Gwyn who yet again has a starring role in last night's dream!

I arrived at an office for work still feeling tired. My work colleague Andrea asked me if I'd seen Gwyn's wardrobe. I said I hadn't so she told me that I must see it and started to lead me off somewhere. 

We were outside Gwyn's flat which was in the same building as the office. I knocked on the front door and I remember thinking that it was odd that we were going to meet at last but I didn't feel very prepared as I hadn't done anything to my head since waking up 

I still had a complete mess of tangled bed head hair, a creased unmade up face and I didn't seem to be able to open my eyes. 

Gwyn let us in without saying much. Andrea dragged me round as I could barely see. I really couldn't open my eyes. It was a bit like being very tired, but more like trying to open your eyes into bright strong light. The best I could do was squint and I had my hands over my face the whole time too. 

Despite this I did manage to just about see Gwyn's flat as I was being shown it. 

Andrea was very enthusiastic as she showed me his wardrobe which was in fact a walk in wardrobe. A huge wood lined room which was completely empty. She was impressed because it was empty and clutter free. 

She led me to the rest of the flat which seemed to have only bedrooms and wardrobes and they were all similarly empty and tidy. Eventually we went into the master bedroom which was dark, quiet and wood lined. There was a triple bed with beautiful tapestry style bedding on and Gwyn was sat in the middle as Andrea chatted away about how it was a feather bed and what a lovely outlook the flat had. 

Again, I was aware of covering my face and only being able to squint through my fingers to look outside. 

Andrea left then without any fuss or announcement and I suddenly remembered that this was my first meeting with Gwyn and how acutely embarrassed I felt about how I looked. 

I tried to strike up a conversation but I couldn't see at all now as my eyes wouldn't open even a bit. I had one hand over my face and the other trying to feel my way round the walls of the room. 

The whole situation suddenly struck me as funny and I started to get the giggles. As usual once I'd started I couldn't stop and I was on the floor crying with laughter, giggling away like Mutley!

I still couldn't see but I could hear Gwyn laughing at me laughing. More and more until it was ridiculous. 

I woke up from this dream giggling in reality so much that I was making the bed shake so I had to get out of bed and leave the room for fear of waking Mr C!!!