I don’t dream very often but when I do I try to remember them the next day. I’m crap at this, so as a result, I’ve taken to taking notes if I wake up in the middle of the night so I can remember what happened and chuckle gently at the workings of my psyche at its most vulnerable.
Then, there was last night.
I opened up my phone this morning, I’m going to transcribe word for word for you what I wrote at 4.15am last night.
Party by the river love. Photographing bands, problems with SNOOP leading to Dalek guerilla war. Getting president to play guitar. Tunnel going down instantly. Getting there by balloon?
Maybe I shouldn’t take notes in future…..?