Last night, I dreamt that my former French lecturer, Giuditta, and I worked for Nancy Pelosi. She took us with her on a trip to Durban, I think. We were at my home in Durban and Nancy went into my bedroom whilst Giuditta and sat in the lounge chatting. I was telling Giuditta that you do not mess with Nancy. She will take you out.
Nancy was in my room for a while and when I went in, I saw that she was organizing all my recycling. I told her not to and that I would do. She stormed out in a huff and said she couldn’t believe I keep my recycling in my room. I told her that I don’t want to have to go to the bins every time I need to throw something away, so I keep it there until I’ve got a lot. We got into an argument about it and Nancy swiftly rounded on me and said she’s sending me back to Washington, D.C. I pleaded with her not to but she refused to budge. I eventually gave up and tried to be civil towards her in the hopes she would change her mind. But it didn’t work. We were actually really nice to one another. She acted like it was nothing that I’d been home barely a few hours and was already having to go back. She put me on a DHL plane as well.
At some point, I’m not sure if Nancy became a cat or the cat was hers, but a ginger kitty arrived. Giuditta was feeding him sandwiches and Nancy laughed and said that she’s just trying to get on Nancy’s good side by feeding the cat. Giuditta smiled, looked at me, and said, “well it’s working.”
We drove to the airport on the seashore in an open top land rover. We stopped to do some sight seeing and Nancy jokingly rolled her eyes and tutted every time I tried to be nice to her to get her to change her mind.
The dream stopped there.