I had a strange dream about Anna the other night. She has been much in my thoughts lately, as I contemplate the distinct possibility of inducting her into my Eternal Fanship.
I dreamed that I met Anna at my local tennis-centre, and that we started a mixed-doubles match on an indoor carpet-court: I think it was me and my sister versus Anna and my father.
I remember playing one game, then I went to my chair to make notes on all the points in that game, so that I would be able to write up one of my detailed match-reports. But when I had done so, I found that the match had moved on without me! It was now 2-1.
Then the scene changed to the lawn of my back garden, which is just big enough for a rudimentary form of tennis with a makeshift net. And I was now playing singles against Anna. I remember playing the first game of the match and losing it (I think it was Anna who served).
I expected to lose 6-0 6-0 (since I haven't even played physical tennis since about March 2004), but Anna only beat me 6-2 7-5. The rest of the match is a blur, so I can only imagine that my success had been due to Anna's footwear: when the scene changed to my kitchen at the end of the dream, and I saw her up close, she was wearing what I can best describe as high-heeled clog-sandals!
Dr. Andrew Broad