For the second night in a row, I was awakened by a dream (I think) a couple of hours after I went to bed. And once again, I can't get back to sleep.
I vaguely remember someone shouting and then when I woke up, the flat was silent. Last night, may have been the same, but I'm not sure.
Oh well, I futzed around for an hour. Back to bed to try and wrestle Morpheus into submission.
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Thoughtless babblings by someone unable to turn off his normal mental brakes before speaking.
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Careful there, JP. Dreams can be life-changing events...
Hopefully. I dreamt I met Eddie Izzard last night. He was in a cafe in a lovely blue satin number. I was standing there trying to figure out if I should say Ms Izzard or Mr Izzard, as I approached to get a picture for Tammy (who is a huge fan). Then I woke up.
Clearly that means, I'm too polite for my own good.
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