In the next dream I was back home at my parents', it was Christmas. First, we were in the living room, but I had to go upstairs to my old room to fetch Mummy's and Daddy's presents. When I got there I was confounded. I'd sworn I had wrapped them, but they were all unwrapped. Some were on the bed, others were underneath. I can't recall most of the gifts that I was scrambling to wrap, but there was a hardbacked faery book for Mummy, something like At the Bottom of the Garden. There was also something big and difficult to wrap for Daddy, like a fishing rod or a gun, but neither. I wrapped it as best I could and topped it with a big green bow.
