( Cruise ships, Salma Hayek and riddles. )

It couldn't happen, could it? But it could! In : The Twilight Zone, otherwise known as my subconscious while asleep. So, then.

( Featuring Whitby, monkeys, and, er, soup. And gorgons. )

( Mediaeval churches, gypsies and iced buns. )

( Schools, old enemies and feminist concept flute music... )

( And there was a strange llama-balloon type thing as well. This was a comedy dream. )

( Oh well. Dormice, daring escapes and the undead. )

I don't know where all this stuff comes from.

( One from a few nights ago. )

I woke up this morning thinking I hadn't dreamed anything interesting. And then gradually the details began to filter back into my head and I realised that, while perhaps not interesting, my dream had been very silly indeed.

( Suffer The Little Children... )

Nothing superlatively interesting, just want to remember it.

( Goth nicemares and china transvestite goats. )

You know how sometimes nightmares are full of things that should in no way be frightening, but are? So that when you try and explain the next morning how you were being chased by venomous spoons and couldn't get away because Homer Simpson had stolen your left leg...yeah. You know what I mean.
( Last night was a bit like that. )