I dreamt about Patti Newton*

It is getting later in the year, despite the appalling weather (over 30 degrees every day for weeks now). I am writing just before 7 am and it has not yet got light, which shouldn't surprise me but it does, a little. I dreamt last night that I was about 10 stories above Swanston Street, perhaps on a precipice, north of Latrobe Street. I saw a block away someone walking a ridiculous amount of dogs - probably about 30 of them - all in order of size, in a line. There was only one beagle. They did tricks in the middle of the street. Patti Newton lived in a Manhattan style apartment at ground level on the opposite side of the street, and I saw her leaving her home to do some errands. We had had some limited contact in the past, and I knew if we got to know each other we would be firm friends, but at this point I was not even sure she would remember me.

I am not sure why I would dream about Patti Newton, although she seems very nice.

* 13 March 2017 update I just noticed (because for no reason I can glean, this is one of the most popular posts on this blog and it's high in the stats) that somehow I had titled this post 'I dreamt about Patti Newtown'. I had to read the post again to make sure I wasn't making some wry Newtown-Newton joke, if such a thing could be possible. Seems I wasn't. It was just a typo. So I fixed it.  

* 3 November 2022 It seems that somehow this part of the sentence said 'if such I think' for five and a half years. As you were.