A dream

I had a dream last night. I was wandering around a large Easter show which was like bedlam. At some stage I left my companions to find a supermarket and then ran into an old friend. She was with a bunch of suits that looked like the political aides in Canberra. They were all drinking in a corner bar. We started chatting and then two of her colleagues started fighting. It turns out that this old bloke was laying into my poet friend Gerard, who was (very unlikely this) one of the suits. He just took the punches and smiled. The fight was broken up and I stepped in to calm the crowd by orating a short poem in Gerard’s honour. Dream ends.

As I wrote this I figured out what the dream meant. I had no idea before hand. There’s a lesson…