I had a dream last night where I was at a party where the venue was sort of like a warm-lit Hogwarts but the top of the hipster stairs (what they were called in the dream) were attached to a New York coffee shop where there were many obnoxious taxi drivers, all of my vegetarian friends ONLY ate ribeye steaks (the bloodier the better as quoted in this dream by Ben and Lizzard) and Frederic was playing house music with Serato (not Traktor for some reason which I quizzed but did not get a response). Bear Grylls was the host and was worried that the party was going to get shut down because of noise complaints. Hometime occurred and I had to wade through 1917 WWI french trenches of mud and water whilst protecting my ammunition and gun from water damage whereby these trenches had wooden frames built over them as if some chippies had just started a new construction along these trenches yet forgot to drain them - Jed, Moses, Ben Kahu and I found this quite perplexing but agreed that the project sponsor must have decided to push ahead due to budgetary constraints and timeframes. I ended up at a homestead that I recognized belonged to Daryl Kennedy, a brethren who I have not seen since the age of 12. I walked in with one of those awkward what have you been doing the last 20 years attitudes but came to the realisation that this was not Daryls house rather a very important temple (except with worn brown carpet and shitty incandescent lighting) and as soon as I stepped into the main room of the temple my spine was grabbed with 2 hands through my skin by a ghost and I was removed to the reception area. Massey (who outside my dreams serves drinks at Winnies / Bedford etc.) was the priest of this temple (who also moonlighted as the bartender inside the dream) spent his time muttering at my mistake and advised that I apologise to the ghost who still had hands wrapped around my spine. In my profuse apologetic behaviour I was awoken by Lucille (as I was causing a mischief on my bedside) and I came to like a kitten in a washing machine. The ghost stayed with me until lunchtime.
Posted on: Fri, 23 May 2014 11:56:48 +0000
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