The other night I dreamt that whilst walking around a museum my entire family dropped down dead and blood began to spurt out of their stomachs like fountains.
On closer inspection it wasn't blood but tinned tomatoes.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Parallel Looniverse
Last night I had a dream where I was tasked by a stranger to rescue my friends from a parallel universe.
Everything within this alternative world was the same except the toilets. Which were back to front and you had to sit facing the cistern. Other than that everything was the same.
I woke up before I had rescued my friends. I hope they got out ok.
Everything within this alternative world was the same except the toilets. Which were back to front and you had to sit facing the cistern. Other than that everything was the same.
I woke up before I had rescued my friends. I hope they got out ok.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Butterflies and compasses
Knowing exactly which way to turn.
I was a butterfly.
With a compass around my neck.
Gliding in the currents.
Bouncing off towers of cloud.
In a bright blue sky
With a smiling sun.
And then I woke up and realised I had fallen asleep to the radio.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/8500619.stm
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Shannon
I am on an aeroplane to Shannon that doesn't have seats but bean bags and a party atmosphere. The plane lands and walking through the airport and I realise I have left my hand luggage.
I turn to an airport official and impart my predicament.
'Thats fine, run back and get it.' Says the airport official.
So I hurry back and passengers are already getting back on to the plane and I run past the corwds to pick up my bag. In the cabin I get chatting to an interesting man with no face. A doctor I believe. The plane takes off before I've had time to get off. Damn.
I arrive back in London. I walk off the plane deep in discussion with a baker and then I realise I've left my bags again. I run back, the plane has turned into a cruise liner. We sail back to Shannon.
Arriving at Shannon I bump into Heston Blumental who has opened a new restaurant. It looks a bit like Garfunkels. I met a documentary filmmaker on the cruise ship who asks if Heston might give me a free meal next time I visit his restaurant.
"No" Says Heston "I can't give you a free meal; because I don't know you. But I can give you 35% off." and then he writes 35% off on a napkin and hands it to me.
I turn to an airport official and impart my predicament.
'Thats fine, run back and get it.' Says the airport official.
So I hurry back and passengers are already getting back on to the plane and I run past the corwds to pick up my bag. In the cabin I get chatting to an interesting man with no face. A doctor I believe. The plane takes off before I've had time to get off. Damn.
I arrive back in London. I walk off the plane deep in discussion with a baker and then I realise I've left my bags again. I run back, the plane has turned into a cruise liner. We sail back to Shannon.
Arriving at Shannon I bump into Heston Blumental who has opened a new restaurant. It looks a bit like Garfunkels. I met a documentary filmmaker on the cruise ship who asks if Heston might give me a free meal next time I visit his restaurant.
"No" Says Heston "I can't give you a free meal; because I don't know you. But I can give you 35% off." and then he writes 35% off on a napkin and hands it to me.
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