dream

Axel came in from an utterly fabulous acoustic gig last night - one that I am now sorry I didn't publicise - at some time after three. I was up as I'd fallen asleep with Bodhi and woken up again and I wanted the post mortem.

He told me on the way home he'd been stopped on the way into Bray by two garda cars and a special branch car, asked where he'd come from and they looked into the back to check there was no-one else in the back. The special branch both had sub machine guns. I hate to think who they were looking for, gave me the willies...

Anyway, to the point: this reminded him he'd had a dream the night before, that he and his brother were driving around in his car, with a 19 year old girl in the back. In a black bin bag.

He didn't know why, and in fact they wanted to let her out. He stopped, and his brother got out of the car, said 'Well, I'll let you deal with this,' and closed the door. So he sat there, planning her release, and deciding he'd go buy duct tape and tape off the reg and car insignia, and let her out somewhere quiet and whizz away.

He said he had no idea what it's about.

But I think I know.

It's me. I'm the girl in the boot.

I was 19 when things stopped being so good. And now he's got me silenced and closed off and a bit trapped, and he wants to get rid of me but he doesn't know how to get out of it or make it better. So he's just driving round in a holding pattern, not knowing what to do or how he got here.

It sounds a little OTT, I know, but the minute he said it, it made perfect sense.