a marmoset's secret life....

I tend to have pretty vivid dreams, but I know that I am dreaming.

However, sometimes, like last night, I don’t remember that I dreamt until something happens later on in the day to remind me- and when that happens, I can get kind of confused about whether the thing I am remembering actually happened or not.

I have only just realised that I didn’t have a conversation with a friend of mine yesterday.

The clue: I never look at ebay.

The conversation was that I know Mr Feasting on Roadkill from ‘the internet’, and that the biscuits he was selling on there were left over from his recent trip to France.