Snowballing :p No, that’s just an obscure in-joke… in all honesty i’m not sure you can’t beat a summer’s day in the park, or a winter’s day by the fire, followed by a night holding each other close and nattering in each others ears until you fall asleep. I am a proud soppy bastard.
Taggart (or Farscape if they brought it back).
Not really at the moment. My memory for dreams is pretty awful though. I used to keep going back to “moments” in school where things would go differently and the conversation would lead to all kinds of crazy shizz.
right now I am listening to a punk band called Gay For Johnny Depp which essentially involves a man screaming at me over some white noise and guitars. Two days ago it was Burt Bacarach and Imogen Heap, and last week it was B.o.B and Dizzee.
I’m all over the place, as long as it’s reasonably boring and modern, although I am trying to branch out a bit there are always some comfortable favourites that I keep going back to. My favourite band appears to be a bunch of 45 year olds called the National who sing about getting married and hiding in the guest room in a deep husky voice, although they did scream at me on the first album I heard.
This morning, I woke up and checked my emails. Something didn’t look right, but I was quite tired, so I went back to sleep. Then I actually woke up.
I dislike these dreams.
