02/08/2007

Last nights dreams were a mish-mash of action and bizarre fantasy that only the unconscious mind or Tarrantino could possibly believe would work as an understandable plot line.
As the minutes turn to hours this morning the bulk of the drama has already decomposed like a corpse in the humidity of the everglades (how lovely). Mostly I remember a hospital that was also a hotel, waiting for an operation but being told that I had to kill someone, there was a sniper in the opposite building so I had to keep away from the windows and was crawling between the hospital beds on the wards. Then in the more hotel like area of the hospital people were drinking at tables in business groups (work is obviously getting to me) and I was told that one table was dangerous and I needed to infiltrate them (I have such a vivid imagination). From somewhere in my psyche the yakuza then appeared and were getting pretty violent (definitely Tarrantino inspired), then I can’t remember the next bit but for some reason there were lots of macaws in different colours and one was climbing my arm but it’s claws were long and sharp. That was when the alarm went off. I know at some point last night I was walking around just having had an operation and was in pain but trying to get something done but I can’t tell if it was the same dream or not.