I slept in the moonlight last night, it was falling on my pillows. damn blind doesn't fit properly.
I was having trouble falling asleep - all my usual tricks weren't working (and I had bloody Somewhere Out There in my head - because I heard it this week and because the next line is "beneath the pale moonlight"). So I told myself if you sleep in the moonlight you either get bad dreams or dream of your true love... it gets a bit screwy when I can't sleep, okay?
Well I didn't dream of my true love let's put it that way.
I dreamed I was on a bus abandoned by the driver to sort something out, which started moved on its own - it sounds lame, but imagine if it happened for real - doors locking, engine revving, indicators going etc - it was terrifying. And all the women on it were young and fair and lissom (so was I, it was a dream). It was perhaps a Wicker Man vibe. And my ex HM, who I parted with on very bad terms years ago was on the bus and a horrible betrayal was revealed, and I knew the women wanted me to fight her to the death, but I was too hurt to be angry. Oh and there was a sub-plot involving dead bodies, creepy vets and Ketamine and oddly a really civilised conversation with Lord Voldemort.
The moon, eh?
Lovely picture Buster.
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