Jun 30, 2001
Dream (ii)
I had a most concerning dream last night about suddenly being forced into the lead role in a promenade perfomance of a piece of physical theatre, ranging across a valley in the north. Even though it was supposed to be improvisational, I was most concerned that I didn’t know the words. Got a standing ovation, though.
Then I got home, climbed a ladder and discovered that my ceiling was actually made of ten inches of flour, and that under all that, which just crumbled away under the slightest bit of pressure was a layer of family history – photographs, books, harlequin romance novels (not my family, someone else’s) – and then the real ceiling.
And then I was in a forest, and a ghost said “remember me? I’m going to terrify you” and I said I’d like to see him try, so he went “well, fuckya, then” and exploded my house.
And then I woke up.
Could have been the alcohol, I suppose….











