Early in the morning of January 9 – maybe 4 or 5 o’clock – I woke up singing the Marseillaise.
Everyone knows how it goes, what a wonderful song, written in 1792; it makes you want to stand up and be French.  But I do not know the words in English, and moreover, unfortunately not in French.
Oh but I was singing it in French in my dream and as I woke up, I sang the second half out loud, VERY LOUD, in French – with a good accent.
Now sadly, I am back to humming the tune without words.
So. how did I know the words for the dream. Where in my mind did they come from; how did I get them; I want to know. I really want to know.

Charlotte Wilson, the dreamer –