A very odd dream in which I had a stand off with a silver flying fish, which glided through the air like water, and kept ducking and hiding under beds before swooshing out and attacking me. I finally found a bread knife and split it in two, whereby a large fish banquet opened up which Chad and Shell came to eat, complete with Vietnam brand margarine (I think I have watched too many Apocalpyse now/Jacob's Ladder movies of late).
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