12 January 2010

The madness begins

To paraphrase the Stranglers, no more cigarettes, any more.

I can remember three dreams from last night. One was of a nuclear war, and the other two were of aliens invading the world. The main image left to me is of being part of a group of remnant survivors walking along a beach, scrounging water from ruins, and arguing amongst ourselves.

One of the others also involved a river, which I think is the same river that's been cropping up in a few dreams recently. It's reasonably wide and deep, with high sandstone banks.

In other news, here's something in Masterton to go to:

4 comments:

Rose said...

I think the river in dreams generally symbolises life.

Rose said...

I think the river in dreams generally symbolises life.

stephen said...

In Soviet dreams, life symbolises river!

stephen said...

By the way, I know some good remedies for quelling the ravages of ciggie withdrawal. Just ask...

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