Most of my night was spent having short nightmares about being at work - which I suspect is guilt at not being there, even though I know I'm not well enough to be.
But then I had this other dream.
I was hanging out with Beppo and Linnéa, and I think Jonas and Richard might have been there too, making Los Cinqos Fantasticos complete (those were the days, eh?). We decided to go on a day trip somewhere. We were having a great time, laughing and travelling to some sort of café or sweet shop which was next to a river. Inside one got to walk around with this sort of tall glass jar in which the staff would anything you pointed at in. They had ice creams, and chocolates, and other kinds of sweets and we were walking around. The others finished their orders and walked outside but I had trouble finding stuff I liked and wanted and kept wandering around in this little place which looked more like someone's old tool shed after a makeover. After I finally filled my jar up with bits and pieces I walked outside and Beppo immediately started shouting at me for taking so long.
"You were in there for 45 minutes, and we have to catch the bus at 17 10 if we're to make it home today. That's less than 25 minutes from now!"
But we didn't go to a bus. We went to this really long canoe thing and started paddling down the river. It looked a whole lot more like the Amazon than anything in Sweden, but we kept paddling away, and surprisingly I didn't turn the thing over.
I can't remember where we went, but whatever animosity had been there between Beppo and myself seemed to go away as we kept on paddling in peace and quiet.
Not a very detailed dream, but I have a fever so this is as good my memory gets right now.
