This dream was about being ushered onto a phantom bridge leading to the Western Isles by a man who was a level crossing. Never been quite sure about this dream or what it may have been about. Driving across such a bridge would certainly be an exercise in trust. I know the level crossing man didn't wish us to use the ferry that was quietly standing by, awaiting trade. Perhaps a premonition of the new Skye bridge and he was from the old Scottish Office.
On the other hand a visit to the Western Isles is long overdue, soon to be remedied by a trip to Mull and Iona, no reinforced concrete across the Firth of Lorne.
I see that I have upgraded to a green Mk2 Jaguar, hopefully a 3.4 or even a 3.8, excellent.
Hope they float.
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