Either way, the last dream of my dream diary was a bit of a damp squib. It seemed to consist of a discussion between two American lawyers, prosecutor and defender in a child abuse case. The prosecutor was a woman, but just as the accused in rape cases often think it a smart move to get a woman lawyer to defend them, so the accused in this case was being represented by a ten-year-old boy. (In my dream, this seemed a surprising but not a bizarre choice.) The discussion between them was good-natured and professional, but I can't remember any of the details. Maybe that's not such a bad thing.
And so, here is the end of my dream diary for now. But not, you will be glad to hear, the end of my dreams. There will be plenty of id-related activity in the coming months, but mostly I trust behind the scenes.