Had an odd dream this morning that I was in a house in Adelaide talking to one of my exes, who had wandered out of one of the rooms. I was in the kitchen/dining/living room area packing a suitcase.

He and I started talking in the cautious kind of way we skirt around each other if we ever talk these days, but it was kind of funny, too.

Had to head off for whatever reason in the dream when I finished packing, so I did up the suitcase, farewelled the ex and headed down the hallway and out the front door.

I think there were some grasses in pots by the front door and the house was one of those old, nice colonial sort of ones.

Interesting. Obviously a change thing.