River Trip

Dream control improving slightly.
Last night son C and I were on a small boat travelling down the river Tay towards the North Sea.
The river was a lot narrower than real life and swifter flowing.
Our boat was not quite right for that type of water. Too deep a draft and rather long etc.
So a bit of mental adjustment soon altered the boat's proportions and added a smaller engine.
Off we drifted happily towards the sea, St Andrews and an ice cream.

Battle in Fife

We had been fighting the Taliban in Fife and were all exhausted.
The evening came around and we retired to some large sheds.
The Taliban leader put his men into one of the sheds, one with a large steel door.
Myself and my men stood outside our shed which was next door to theirs.
It was like putting toys back in their box at the end of the day.
I chatted to their leader who was a small, sturdily built guy with a moustache. He seemed amiable enough and banged on the steel door to keep noise from his men down, so he could hear me better. His men seemed to be making something which involved hammering sheets of armour plate.
He started to tell us of good walks in the St Andrews area. Then, without turning around, he said with the hint of exasperation associated with an irate schoolmaster,
"Brian, put that down!"
The shout was directed to one of my men who was behind him, and had idly picked up the Taliban leaders Kalashnikof rifle.
The leader then told us how the Island of Leuchars could be easily fortified, and was in fact, considering that option.
I thanked him for the information and said it was time we retired into our shed.
It had been a long and unlikely day.