For the first time, last night I had TBers in my dream!
We had all been travelling on public transport and had stopped briefly at a service station, when Baggy and Carol suggested we should go and dye our hair in the washroom which, incidentally, also had showers.
Baggy emerged first with hair that was lily white underneath and jet black on top. It was amazing - a work of art. Carol then followed, but she had managed more of an artistic chequerboard pattern in the same black and white. Their hair felt as soft as down.
As I talked to them, however, the white bits started to turn a gingery pink and where the hair had been smooth and sleek, it began to look dried out and split.
I didn't have the heart to tell them.
I then went in search of the toilets to find a large room with a pack of Brownies lying in sleeping bags all over the floor and the only loos were two swing bins, one blue, one red, in the corner with no privacy at all. They had bin liners in, but were both full, so I passed.
Has anyone else had their dreams infiltrated by TBers?