I was at a weekend event, talking to a group of people, one man had been in prison and was embarrassed to talk about it, but I was telling him it was okay because I’d nearly gone to prison myself (in my dream I was a character like Jackie from my book but towards the end I was myself). Standing in a pub courtyard. I wanted to sit in a corner with my bag, was staying in hotel but it was late already and we hadn’t gone to rooms so I still had this rucksack of stuff. I was kind of curled up on the floor, maybe trying to sleep. A young woman with long dark hair like Charlotte on Sex and the City was beckoning to me but gave up and seemed to think I was asleep. I rushed over to her and she was sitting on a pub bench – like a wooden picnic table/bench set you get – with friends. She said she liked it here because you could order tea and I said ‘tea!’ in a silly voice. We had to make food like on Top Chef and I had made raw meat like steak tartar and was eating it. Hating it but forcing myself to eat it to be polite. Chunks of meat, some of it partially cooked. It tasted okay, quite nice, but the texture was horrible and my mind kept thinking about it being raw meat and how disgusting it was. Then I was talking to the others about catering and having cream ‘on tap’. I insisted there were places you could get it. Found a cocktail menu with some drinks with cream and pointed out one which was cream at the bottom and then fruit juice and chopped nuts sprinkled on top. The fruit juice in the recipe kept changing, first apple then grapefruit then tomato. Was starting to feel unsure about cream on tap but kept labouring the point, said I’d definitely seen milk on tap at B&Bs I’d stayed in.