The usual gang of folks who read this blog enjoy reading about my dreams. If they don't at least they havn't complained. The fact that I write these dreams is evidence that my life is 1) very simple and uninteresting AND 2) creative thoughts must bounce around in my head in abundance, as waking hours are not enough for all the fluff that occupies my mind.
Alright, as mentioned, there was a trip to Kingston yesterday with a trunk full of pottery. Our man Sean was tied up, and he was missed. Sean has this hippo fixation that has been remarked upon lately, and 2 pots will be his on Monday.
Anyway, Sean was not actually left out. He was just late to the party, as I dreamt of him all night. My wife and me spent the evening showing Alan and Sean around OUR house, studio and neighborhood, where I went to college and all the rest.
Echo and the Bunnymen, speaking of strange dreams, tunes of the day for Sean, who was not really left out Saturday.