I have three recurring dreams – driving a speeding car with no brakes, missing the bus, and turning up to my final exams and realising I forgot to study and/or turn up to class all year.
My mother, she has three recurring dreams too. That is, three copies of Recurring Dream – The Very Best of Crowded House.
“Well I don’t know, I had a copy at home and then I forgot I had it so I bought a copy for school, and then the third one? Some cloning going on in the CD rack perhaps.”
This is the same woman who once was alphabetising her CDs and told me to put Recurring Dream under H.
“Right. So by your logic that one there goes under Z for Zeppelin, Led?”