Here is my bed. Yes, this shot was staged.

Two year-old queen size bed. The bedlinen is about the same age, and most would probably say the doona cover is a pretty typical blokey choice. Second pillow generally thrown off the bed when sleeping, more used for propping-up to read the paper on the weekends.

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On a related note, I had four mini-dreamlets last night:

• The Lombard Paper factory fire became known in the media as the “Susannah Bowen Fire” — not because my sister was involved, but some other person with the same name had invented something that was inside the factory.
• Then I was reading the newspaper article about the fire in a service station. I was on a long drive on my own, and had stopped for some breakfast, but I didn’t understand how the cafeteria system worked. Another guy showed me: you had to get a bowl from the pile, choose and pay for your breakfast cereal at the counter. He then did so with me, also paying the shopkeeper with a $20 note. I got my change back right, but then I realised the guy had done some trick with both our $20 notes, and conned the shopkeeper into giving him more money than he started with, something like in the opening scenes of “Nine Queens.”
• Then I was on the 246 bus with Tony, going from Elsternwick towards Elwood. The bus turned off Nepean Highway into Glenhuntly Road, right over onto the wrong side of the road. It then corrected itself, but as we went on, lots of cars were coming at us on the wrong side of the road. We and a couple of other passengers went up to ask the driver what was going on, and he pointed to the other side of the road and said there was bad flooding.
• Finally, I was at Marita’s house, early on a weekday morning. I suddenly noticed a lot of smell from traffic pollution coming through the window. I pointed it out to Marita and Justine, but they said they couldn’t smell anything.

What all this means, I don’t know. I just find it interesting on the rare occasions that I do remember my dreams.