A dream from the other night. (I can’t normally remember them.)
I was on a bus; a big articulated bus. It stopped somewhere in St Kilda, and the driver got out to go to the toilet, but forgot to put the handbrake on.
We were on a slight incline, and the bus started to roll forward. Nobody else was paying much attention, and I was about two-thirds of the way back, so I moved forward to the controls, but by then the bus was moving faster, and it crashed into a parked, empty car, an old Datsun, and obliterated it.
I pulled the handbrake and the bus came to a stop.
In the investigations afterwards it became apparent that the car was a very old, restored vehicle, the pride and joy of the guy living where it was parked, who turned out to be an Aboriginal singer, a friend of Paul Kelly.
The media decided it was newsworthy, and prepared to interview me, but for some reason just beforehand, I had a haircut at a new hairdresser, who decided to get creative and gave me a lopsided, mod-type (big, boofy) haircut, which I was extremely embarrassed about.
Weird. As Marita said, it probably combined several of my interests into one big dream: PT, Paul Kelly, media. Not sure about the haircut!