Crazy, vivid, trippy dreams. Over the past week I’ve dreamt that I lost my wallet in my wardrobe and got married in my living room wearing a beige-coloured veil made out of a shower curtain and that a tornado ripped through central London with all the drama of The Wizard of Oz…
Yep, I’m sleeping high.
But training low.
Vivid dreams have been an entertaining side-effect of my move back