No, my dreams *are* interesting, damn it
Of late, I've had several dreams/nightmares that felt as if they took place over several days, if not weeks. Last night, I had become trapped in Colchester and was unable to find my way to the train station to return home; on locating the station, I was repeatedly attacked by a crocodile; once finally aboard the right train, I was taken back to Norwich, only to be returned immediately to Colchester. Most frustrating, and not a good way to start a new day. And now, after writing notes for my essay on the treatment of objects in the novels of Georges Perec and Ben Marcus, I'm jolly well ready for a beer.