Another unhinged dream

I'm writing this one down, before it leaves my head. Who knew the blog would turn into a journal of dreams?

I had been enlisted to look in on an apartment owned by somebody else - why or how are lost to me - because they had pet pigs, who apparently had access to the house - but were small, and house-trained. Crazy enough for you yet?

So I find myself in this house, and the pigs have pretty much put themselves to bed, and I sit in the lounge, and notice a laptop, or a tablet - again, the detail has gone - that has apparently noticed me in the room, and switched itself on. On the screen of the laptop, I can see my blog.

So I'm in a complete stranger's house, and apparently the absent stranger reads my blog.

It gets weirder.

I hear a car pull into the driveway below - the living room is on the first floor - and make my way to the door to explain my presence. Because I'm doing this as a favour for a friend, the apartment owner isn't going to be expecting me. I panic about how I'm going to introduce myself.

And then I notice a photo on the wall - among a collection of photos of past holidays around the world. The owner of the apartment - I'm guessing - is standing on the deck of a boat off the coast of Turkey. I know it's Turkey, because I'm in the photo too, and I remember the day.

Twenty something years ago I stayed in a retreat in the mountains of the south coast of Turkey - a group of us from all walks of life came together for a week - a "boutique hotel". We became unlikely friends for a time. The lady in the photo was one of our number.

I remember going for a long walk in the hills with her during our stay. We came across all manner of people - wonderful people. We couldn't communicate, but met toothy grins from farmers, field workers, and shepherds.

One particular memory has stayed with me all these years later - of the most beautiful young woman I had ever seen, wrapped in patterned shawls, hanging washing on a line outside a farm-house. She recoiled behind the hanging sheets as her younger siblings raced towards us. I've always wondered what she knew of the rest of the world - given the remoteness of her life - and if not knowing would actually be a wonderful thing.

In the moments before the owner of the apartment approached the door, I woke up.