Prophesilly

I had the most awful dream the other night that my dad had died. Bad enough you might think, but when Mum and I went to get the body from the morgue, all the corpses were rolled up in bits of carpet which we then had to cart through the street. Yikes!
Then again, the night before I dreamed it was Christmas Day, we were all at the folks', and I hadn't bought any presents. As if! I'm assuming that there's no need to call the Watchers' Council just yet.
Maybe it's my subconscious mind telling me that it's already the end of July and I haven't started shopping yet (although I have made all my Christmas cards).
Honestly, I do wonder about myself sometimes ......