This was a dream in which I was invited into a brothel by two punk fairy women. They were quite entrancing but I did not accept their offer. Probably because of the presence of my son and his mother, although not sure that I would have anyway.
We had been standing outside my car admiring a double decker bus that was on top of a ruined castle. Pondering how it got there and where it would go to.
The unknown bus ride, symbolising perhaps all those decisions not taken.
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