dreaming

Another night and another weird dream snippet. Alberto, cafe owner from Earlsfield, was showing me around his neatly manicured garden. It had those small white pebbles that I guess look nice and keep weeds down. There was one type of flower growing and Alberto was showing me where other flowers had grown. Fast forward and I am in a musty old pub, a few patrons clinging to the walls and a quizmaster, in front of a big screen, explaining the meaning of the terms he was using in the quiz. Biblical stuff, only word that sticks in my memory is Satan...new job stirring up the grey matter at night? Don't know. More weirdness though.

And waking up for a pee at 4:23 really sucks. Back to bed I feel that I have to fall asleep quickly, and that stresses me (with a small s) and keeps me awake. Bugger.

Day has gone by and work seems pretty relaxed so not much to report. Other than I have a window seat overlooking the docks in the harbour. That rocks. Took me 20minutes door to door to get to work, then 7minutes to wait for a coffee.