How’s this for sad and strange, last night I had a rather long and complicated dream about Freddy Kruger. I’m getting rather used to dreams now where someone just chases me frantically trying to kill me. Oh and also the police all think I’m nuts, even when there is an insane person sitting in the back of my car with knives for fingers. If my dreams were real, they would seriously destroy faith in the police force.
– I also had a dream that I just had surgery on my sternum (I haven’t the faintest idea why) and then I was stuck somewhere on the road with a guy who had a bunch of little horses… Maybe I should get out more.