Hugh

Can vaguely remember one dream, of me being in a car with my fiancée and having another jeep type car with a dark shorthaired woman driving alongside us asking to buy pasta sauce off us or something along the lines of that.

I think after she told us the price she was willing to pay, both of us laughed (or at least she did) and then I can't really remember much after that (or before it for that matter).

This all took place coming up to the foresters arms in Jersey, from St Aubin direction, around about the car sales shop (all of these are personal references for reflection on the dream).

Poor night of re-call - pasta sauce is probably related to the fact that I'd had lasagne the night before which involved me forking out a load of money on three jars of cheeses/sauces.