dream diaries…97


Busy night counting syllables, constructing haiku.

John T snr has bought a bar. However, it needs a lot of cleaning before it can open. A lot.


Hester L has decided to become a catwalk model. This will be easily achieved, and in fact I wonder why it has taken her so long to ditch banking (or whatever it is she does for work). We walk a beach and pocket little stones. This collection, once painted green or yellow, will help to secure her a successful modelling career. In a warm room we stack the freshly painted stones on top of each other and wait for the phone to start ringing.


Jayne L’s kisses are as gentle as ever. Frustratingly so!

I am sad when I wake up.

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