ANALYSE THIS

The other night I dreamt that I was awake. I really was awake. So I got some paper and wrote a note to prove that I was awake and not dreaming it. My writing looked too good so I tried to make it look worse so it would look like I thought I was asleep when I was really awake.I started with a brown berol felt pen which ran out so I had to use the only other one to hand which was a yellow one, much harder to read on the white paper (that was stapled together into make shift pads). This went on for pages and pages. Anything I wanted to see I could make appear before my eyes, then I was upstairs in Shelleys shoe shop in Manchester. That's when I realised that I wasn't awake at all.

Bloody confusing, it still came as a surprise though to awake in the morning and not find any of the scrawlings I did whilst awake/asleep. I really was convinced I was awake. Now I'm beginning to doubt my one and only "(near) out of body experience" when I thought I successfully astrally projected myself. I'm not happy about that because I definitely thought that was real.

Back in the real world I'm lying in bed listening to The Brotherhood Of Man, I'm off to Swift today for Alanna's shower and stagette party tonight. Already I'm trying to think what I should drink today/tonight. After spending my life being spoilt in English Pubs I never know what avenue to go down here in Canadian Bars, I definitely have gone off lager. I drink too fast for spirits/wine. Cider is few and far between and Bitter is....well...unheard of. I could just do a session on the Deuchars, that's what I'm missing. Oh, decisions decisions.....

I think I'll start on ceasers. Nice.