Photoblog [In the mountains 1]

Ski-lift Pylon

Val Thorens

Supermarché Entree

Man and Mannequin

Town church

Pretty Skis

Evening Light

Joan Collins Dream

I am living in a large, old house surrounded by expansive wooded grounds with iron railings bordering them. It is winter and so the trees are leafless and tired looking. I am inside the house and feeling quite sexy, so when I pass into one of the many lounges I find Joan Collins (circa 1970) lying back with her feet stretched out on a sofa. She is fully dressed but all I notice are her red high heels. Just at that moment my wife enters the house carrying either our pet or our baby I am not sure which. Either way it is a very pink, pig-like creature.

She enters the living room, but fortunately Joan Collins has now disappeared and now lying there on the sofa is a box that reads “Joan Collins Sex Game” and the red high heels are next to it. My wife doesn’t seem to notice to my relief, and I think it is fine, I don’t need Joan Collins if my wife is here, we can have some fun instead.

We go outside and I now realise the pig creature is our pet, and it is in fact a sort of pig-dog. It goes crazy running wild amongst the trees, and I now see it is dressed in blue shorts and a T-shirt. It climbs on a small bicycle and tries in vain and in a panic to ride it. Its feet spin and he falls off. I pick him up tenderly and console him, but then decide to dangle him by his little piggy tail and he falls flat on the ground, scratching himself. I pick him up again and say sorry and then feel as if I am waking up.

I realise it is only a dream and feel the disappointment of missing out on sex with either my wife or Joan Collins! I seem to think I need to get outside of the dream, so I pass through a door and find myself outside a terminal building at a busy airport. I go back into the building and get on an escalator. It is a long escalator and I realise I am at Terminal One of Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, heading for one of the sputnik satellites that cater for the departure gates. I still think I need to get outside of the dream, so I choose one of the gates and head down the covered corridor. I am just about to board a plane when I wake up properly.