We were dashing around Sheffield looking for the owner of s vintage bus, but we were too late, everyone had gone. So we went to the pub, the wife and me, though we’d somehow transported to Lancaster, but the city wasn’t as I knew it. All of the pubs now merged into each other, connected by twisting subterranean alleyways and separated by glazed courtyards. The wife and I got separated, happens a lot in my recent dreams, by the crowd so I headed for a more open space to see if I could see her. There, I found a group of old friends moving between pubs, friends that know me but not each other shouldn’t be drinking together. They weren’t interested in helping me, just bringing me beer and cigarettes that I didn’t want. My dreams have been difficult to capture lately, but I’m often away from my wife in them and have lost contact. Wonder if that’s in the dream dictionary.