samvara

I have a bicycle and a hair appointment for which I am early and then late. I end up in a clothes store full of lovely colours and then trail someone to a bridge which gets gradually narrower and dodgier until we are walking chest deep in water balancing on a pipe as we flee to a new land, we are refugees. Then I’m on another planet, there’s some sort of mafia thingie going down, we’re all nonchalantly sidling over to the guns and I’m noting that we’ve accidentally picked up a really adorable puppy when the guard dogs go tense and the xenomorphs start moving in.

I liked waking up from this one.

the creative consultant on the content of the bonus material / intermission scenes of the fully immersive virtual reality Chronicles of Narnia.

House-hunting was undertaken by cricketk, ascetic_hedony and myself. Our criteria has a lot to do with size and location. Now size and location are fine things and to be appreciated and if I had woken up after dreaming about either of these issues I would have felt, if not normal, at least comforted by relevance. Nopes. I've been dreaming about toilets. Because what *my* subconscious is worried about is the state of the plumbing.