It’s the end of the day, and time for bed. But I have to turn off the light switches first, before crossing the ballroom in the dark to the door on the other side, and up to the servant’s quarters to my room. So after a hesitation, I turn the lights off and walk towards the light. When I’m across the huge hall, I hear Diana calling out my name at the other side, and I don’t want to see her.

I know she’s wearing a white taffeta dress, like the one she wore dancing with Wayne Sleep. She takes off her shoes to run faster, but I hear the rustling. I take off my shoes too, and we’re both running up the carpeted stairs, flight after flight, silent and soft but very fast. Eventually I get to my room and shut my door – and she floats past, she’s not after me. I wake up.

I woke up with this dream and it’s left me unsettled all day. I thought I’d set up a dream matrix thing where people post their dreams to produce an RSS feed of dreams – but it’s been done. So I posted it on Dream Journal instead. Not sure I feel better though. A strange Paddy’s Day dream, for an Irishman in Italy.