Woefully neglecting this space in favour of dreams

Well, as it turns out, it wasn’t more sleep that I needed but less dreams.

I’ve been filling my quota of shut-eye, but it has more often than not been interrupted by dreamscapes and images of people from my past. Urgh. Just this morning, I dreamt of big boy Malcolm and he had a girlfriend who walked around naked She had such a flat chest, the only thing stopping me from assuming she was male was the lack of boy appendages.

What strange dreams.

~ by fayeth on 30 April 2009.