Last night's dream was full and elaborate; I was able to stay asleep until its closing and it woke me up with a clear sense of a completed message. The movie was set in an old, sweet part of Dublin with small cottages. I was going to a movie with a workmate; N was staying home with our two kids. When we came out of the movie the workmate and I were happy and excited, talking freely and easily about it. It was so exciting and good that we started to run on our way home, and then my colleague was so happy and liberated that he tore his clothes off and we continued to run like that, laughing and talking as we did. As we came to the bottom of the hill I realised that we were outside the door of my brother and sister-in-law's, and that they had probably seen us. Indeed, my sister-in-law was peering out their cottage window, looking concerned and disapproving. I pulled my colleague down the side street, the shortcut to my place, where it was much darker and no one would see. There were a couple of fleeting celebratory closed-mouth kisses as we went - and we came out of the sidestreet tucking in our shirts - my colleague had got dressed again. To my shock N was there, waiting on the corner - he saw us tucking in and I felt sick at the look on his face. He had the kids with him. I picked them up, our one year old and three year old, boy and girl, tucked one under each arm, thinking to show my commitment. It was awkward to carry them both but they both fell instantly asleep as I followed Nic indoors. There was a hooded Irish soothsayer set up at the step of our house. As I walked past with the sleeping children he said, "It only takes a moment to get carried away."