‘I remember a dream I had, way back in 1999,’ my fourteen year old told me in the tone of voice of a man who has seen many things in his life, and is now considering getting some blinkers.
I love this kind of personal stuff, so I drooled: ‘Please, tell me more!’
‘We were sitting at the table, having dinner.’
Breathlessly I waited for the rest of the story, but when my whole life started to flash by due to lack of oxygen, I asked: ‘And then?!’
‘That was it.’