We all dream in black and white, right?
Only, this morning Jez tells me that he had a dream in full technicolor.
‘Mickey, it was amazing! I lived in this huge mansion in the countryside. The trees and grass were fresh greens, the flowers bright pinks and reds. It was so real, I didn’t want to wake up.’
Jez was found on the streets.
I know for a fact he hardly slept last night. he didn’t dream in his sleep, he dreamt in his head.
If he had told me that same dream was black and white, I might have believed him.
I dreamt last night. It was the dream I’ve often had since I saw Jez on a city street, spying on a woman he thought was his mum. This time, the woman turned around, and Jez didn’t fall to his knees sobbing, with his head in his hands.
‘Hold on to that dream, Jez.’