Some weird dreams over the past few days:
- Watching the electoral returns on tv and cheernig Kerry on, because he was winning (PLEASE let this one be precognitive!)
- Visiting someone in a half-finished never-completed house with strange rabbit-warren corridors, big art pieces, and being constantly in sight of the room I'm trying to get to with no idea how to get there
- Emotional discussions with survivors of a plane crash
- A strange re-work of the movie "24 Hour Party People" that places Vivienne Westwood and the Sex Pistols (from London) squarely in the middle of mid-1980's Manchester