Sunday, September 26, 2004

Why does everyone stop blogging at weekends? 

Maybe they're busy doing other stuff.

I'm never busy.

I need to get a life.

A busy life.

is it time for a nap yet? i think so

Saturday, September 25, 2004


Inside a huge church or cathedral or someting, I don't know.

It was a christening or baptism or whatever they call it.

Anyway, there were children. Many children.

Then the earthquake started. The place was going up and down like two giants were shaking a subterranean Turkish rug.

A couple of us looked out and thought, this is no earthquake, it's the end of the world.

I pushed the huge wooden doors closed and shoved the metal bolts down.

Why? I don't know, I dreamed it.

I don't know what it means.

Maybe it was like Beslan or something where no matter how much people shut the doors to their supposedly protected territory like a school or a church or something, someone can still get inside and train machineguns on children and shoot them dead.

is it time for a nap yet? i think so

Wednesday, September 22, 2004


Why is Chicken Maryland called Chicken Maryland?

I've wondering about this for days.

is it time for a nap yet? i think so

Monday, September 13, 2004

Cheetahs breeding in South Australia. 

Another eight members of the fastest animal on earth.

I want one.

is it time for a nap yet? i think so

Wednesday, September 08, 2004


Something's not working, it's either blogger or me.

If it's blogger, I don't need to worry, it will fix itself.

If it's me i need to worry.

It won't post, it just goes 0% ... 0% ... 0% ... 0%.

This could be the end. I've clicked on publish several times today, but I just get the '0% published' flickery thing and the yellow exclamation mark.

is it time for a nap yet? i think so

Thursday, September 02, 2004

The door. 

Something a little more sombre.

Another dream. I don't make these up, they are real dreams I have.

This one was seriously disturbing because it wasn't one step removed from reality like most of my other dreams which contain a kind of gothic horror element that give them some entertainment value.

In this one, I dreamt that there is a door somewhere that only a certain proportion of people can see.

I don't know where it was, but in the dream I somehow found out that some people could see the door and enter it, but others would never even see it.

In the dream, I entered the door and went inside.

Everything was black and white.

But it was like a black and white fog. (I know there's no distinction between actually dreaming in black and white and dreaming in colour, but I remember from the dream that when I went inside the door, everything 'became' black and white.)

The people inside were all monochrome, like in some netherworld, neither alive nor dead. They were all just there, not doing anything.

And the further I went inside the room, like a corridor, the darker it became.

As it became darker and darker, it was like those inky pictures taken at the bottom of the ocean by oceanographers.

Deep inside, there were people who looked they'd been there forever. Lost. Unable to escape. No hope of returning.

I knew that the further people went into the inky blackness, and the longer they stayed there, the harder it would be to come out of it.

It was extremely unpleasant.

However, I found my way out and closed the door, and even as I slept I realised I had been dreaming about depression.

is it time for a nap yet? i think so

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