I dreamed last night that a friend came to stay at our place. It was messy, we hadn't cleaned up, and I was anxious about knickers on the floor and so on, trying to kick them out of the way. I was worried that his wife would be uncomfortable. I showed him the view out the window - the beautiful trees in the light-well, and while we were looking I saw a monkey - 'it's the first time I've seen one here!'

Then I realised there was no glass, and there were several gliding monkeys and small flying squirrels leaping around the place. They were coming inside freely, approaching us. A little squirrel landed on my hand and began to purr loudly as I patted its sleek body - they had no fear at all. Untrammelled delight.