Details of dreams, on occasions, stay clear in my mind long after I have started my waking day. Yesterday’s remnant was honey covered piano keys which, at the time, seemed to be such a perfect recollection of the bliss that is the hovering moment between sleep and consciousness. This morning I noticed the wooden planks that form our bedroom ceiling are painted white which only leaves the honey. Reading meaning into dreams is as useful as trying to decode the iconic opticians’ letter chart. As with religion, it will only make a difference if you are a believer. On the other hand, should you be a born worrier, unravelling the skeins of dreams will be an invaluable aid to increasing your apprehension. Having passed through life without removing the blinkers, even though I have become used to the roar and confusion of life’s traffic, I only see the danger as it is upon me which, although although daunting at the time, avoids the misery of apprehension. This being the case, I happily only retain the honey from my dreams.