one of the most guilty dreams i've ever had was probably inspired by terminator.. nuclear war had broken out and naturally i had been selected as one the essential people to go into the network of underground bunkers.. that made me feel special and it got even better

Last night: In the middle of a fairly predictable dream of renegade buckaneers racing around the english countryside and suburbs, which made the transition to an anarchic immersion team game of killing and the undead, I happened to have pointed out to me a some huge futuristic earth-moving machine that

for less than the blink of an eye I saw on my computer screen the image of a man lying in bed, he was in stripey flannel pyjamas lying in the fetal position, feet facing me. half a heartbeat later the image had gone.

PROSPERO We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep... -- The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157) A new category to capture the stuff of my dreams. To chronicle the highly personalised fables & allegories I get when REM-ing in my bed.

10-11am an orange banner hanging down at the back of a medaeval great stone hall, it is shaped like four fingers pointing down. wanting a cup of tea that is neither black nor green nor herbal or anything in between