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In the hands of Morpheus.
I think the old brane must be melting.
I have been a little too busy to write anything today, but this has been wandering around the old melon since I woke up this morning. It's not often that I remember a dream, and unfortunately, this one has largely faded. As usual with such things, a psychologist could probably have a field day, but hey: who cares, right?
What was interesting about this dream was less the bizarre sequence events - involving wandering around a deserted farm house in the pitch dark, wondering why someone had nabbed my mobile phone and getting more and more frustrated by its loss - than the dramatis personae.
In addition to me (of course), there was my nephew, my eldest niece - although only briefly, and this is the odd one, Dewey from Malcolm in the Middle. I think that little sod was orchestrating events, evil genius that he is. But what he was doing in my dream, I have no idea.
Time to put the shrink on danger money, baby.
I have been a little too busy to write anything today, but this has been wandering around the old melon since I woke up this morning. It's not often that I remember a dream, and unfortunately, this one has largely faded. As usual with such things, a psychologist could probably have a field day, but hey: who cares, right?
What was interesting about this dream was less the bizarre sequence events - involving wandering around a deserted farm house in the pitch dark, wondering why someone had nabbed my mobile phone and getting more and more frustrated by its loss - than the dramatis personae.
In addition to me (of course), there was my nephew, my eldest niece - although only briefly, and this is the odd one, Dewey from Malcolm in the Middle. I think that little sod was orchestrating events, evil genius that he is. But what he was doing in my dream, I have no idea.
Time to put the shrink on danger money, baby.