I was going to post some Phillip Larkin today (he was grumpy, brilliant, and obsessed with porn: like us!) but I just had a nap, and during that nap I had a nightmare. I never have nightmares, and when I do they’re either about my family or very suspenseful. This was a hideously graphic one which involved, among other things, my crashing an actual bus with people in it because I was driving it via computer game, and seeing the hideously graphic death of a friend of mine (only in the dream, but it still hurt) and nameless year sevens, who were all run over by a train.
THANKS, BRAIN.
I was going to post something incorrigibly cheery – some John Asgard, perhaps – but truthfully the dream freaked me out enough that I want something to protect me.
( St Patrick’s Rune by Madeleine de l’Engel )
THANKS, BRAIN.
I was going to post something incorrigibly cheery – some John Asgard, perhaps – but truthfully the dream freaked me out enough that I want something to protect me.
( St Patrick’s Rune by Madeleine de l’Engel )