I know it mentions 'dream' but honestly...
I had a brilliant dream last night. It was like an illustrated short story.
It was a deeply moving tale of two stainless steel bullet bins and an alien invasion. A Mars Bar wrapper had a vital part to play, too.
I'm sure that's significant and deeply Freudian, I'm just not sure why, yet. And apart from anything else it was a superb story.
But could I remember it when I woke up? Could I buggery.
And now Athene's not speaking to me either. Crap.
It was a deeply moving tale of two stainless steel bullet bins and an alien invasion. A Mars Bar wrapper had a vital part to play, too.
I'm sure that's significant and deeply Freudian, I'm just not sure why, yet. And apart from anything else it was a superb story.
But could I remember it when I woke up? Could I buggery.
And now Athene's not speaking to me either. Crap.