Dreamlife: Moth and Mother

Well I never....

I's dreaming of a huge day-flying moth, brightly coloured. What is its name think I?

Everything is very sunny and bright colours. (Makes a change.)

I lean out of an upstairs window in a row of terraced houses. Across the street is all green grass - like a park or common ground...

I can hear a voice coming from the house down there at the end of the row. It's the voice of my long dead mother.... tellin' someone off.

Hello Mum!