OK, not LSD but cheap red wine and not-so-cheap milk chocolate with hazelnuts. Fuck me that combo has given me some crazy dreams this week. Sunday night. First I was near a parade of shops that in my dream led to a lake I used to go fishing at as a kid. I was considering whether or not I should go diving in the lake - the water looked fairly clear - when a line of buses came driving, on the lake surface, towards me. That, I thought, would ruin the visibility so I decided against going in the water. There was other craziness that I can no longer remember.
Last night, after another shiraz and chocolate supper, I had more weird dreams. I was standing on the middle level of our garden, clearing the top level with a shovel when I uncovered what looked like a cow hoof. But no, as it turned out I uncovered was a live zebra that distracted me long enough for the dogs (my dogs) to escape from my garden into the playing field behind my dad's old house.
Go the shiraz and chocolate! It has officially taken over from Newcastle Brown Ale as my mess with your sleeping mind tipple of choice.
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