dog day nights
this morning i was rudely awakened [admittedly at eleven o'clock] by the phone, in the middle of a dream about gay time lords. i haven't even watched dr who since 1980-something. we were driving through amsterdam and went to a terrible restaurant near some touristy diamond exchange, where we had to fight a dangerous melting robot. before that i think it was another dog episode. i had to sit up at half past six to write down an IDEA - this happened before and i haven't done anything with the previous IDEA yet. i spent the most productive part of today filing steve's tax return.
the night before: something is wrong with my head, it's so misty. i know bela and farin were in it and there was some sort of deadly plot, some alleyways and darkened rooms, possibly a cat and walking along a lot of walls. which were white.
previously: i went to some show or other, was supposed to meet somebody there but got sidetracked and ended up in an hotel looking for vaseline [it was more innocent than it sounds]. the hotel became more and more complicated until i came out the other end in a completely different town in another country. i went back in and tried to retrace my steps, ended up in a sort of fetish-wear shop and smeared my face in black lipstick, then was transposed to nighttime in a courtyard, where i dropped down some steps to a doorway and met a member of a nameless cult. this was a bit of a shaky connection and cut to the following day when i met him again in a cafeteria in the place where the show i never went to was. he dropped something on the floor, a puppy that half melted through the floor. this happened several times, the puppy growing with each droppage until a sort of great dane stood beside our table. [he kisses me because we have a special bond.] the nameless cult member guy has long, grizzled black hair. he KNOWS SOMETHING.
the night before: something is wrong with my head, it's so misty. i know bela and farin were in it and there was some sort of deadly plot, some alleyways and darkened rooms, possibly a cat and walking along a lot of walls. which were white.
previously: i went to some show or other, was supposed to meet somebody there but got sidetracked and ended up in an hotel looking for vaseline [it was more innocent than it sounds]. the hotel became more and more complicated until i came out the other end in a completely different town in another country. i went back in and tried to retrace my steps, ended up in a sort of fetish-wear shop and smeared my face in black lipstick, then was transposed to nighttime in a courtyard, where i dropped down some steps to a doorway and met a member of a nameless cult. this was a bit of a shaky connection and cut to the following day when i met him again in a cafeteria in the place where the show i never went to was. he dropped something on the floor, a puppy that half melted through the floor. this happened several times, the puppy growing with each droppage until a sort of great dane stood beside our table. [he kisses me because we have a special bond.] the nameless cult member guy has long, grizzled black hair. he KNOWS SOMETHING.