Every day I like to walk ten thousand steps (which is about five miles) and I absolutely love it. I do all this in an evening walk and sometimes an afternoon walk too. Recently, however, I have started having a morning walk. This might be the nicest one of all. The truth is, I don’t actually go for a walk in the morning (unless I’m doing something, I normally get up at 12 p.m.) but several times lately, just before I’ve woken up, I’ve dreamt that I’m out on one of my walks. Things are different than normal though, everything is silent and perfectly serene and I’m wrapped up in my duvet in my pyjamas and feel as comfortable as somebody lying in a warm bed on a cold morning. Then I just shuffle along and peacefully enjoy my walk until my alarm wakes me up. One time I dreamt I was in a large unknown city, another time I walked all the way to Bath (and it looked very different when I got there), but normally it’s lovely old Corsham. It’s not a lucid dream, I’m not fully aware, but in it I know I’m out having a walk ‘before I wake up’, and I just think it’s very nice that I’ve been having this recurring dream lately. I hope it continues.
(Today is CFS/M.E. Awareness Day, read David Tubb’s blog post on The Hidden Tower about his own trouble with that particular illness. I only hope I’ll have something of such high quality to post on here one day!)
