do you have a dream you'd like to sell?

Sleep.

Sweet, sweet, beautiful sleep.

It really is my favourite thing. Ever. And yes, I do mean more so than *that*. And certainly more so than even tasty food. Or gin. I ♥ sleep. Refreshing, intoxicating, prettifying, block-out-the-world sleep.

Despite spending most of yesterday asleep, I couldn't get out of bed this morning. Sleep is my drug of choice, and I am very good at taking it. No matter what external / internal circumstances are, I can sleep. And even better than sleep alone, you can DREAM. And in dreaming, thereby have ALL THE REST of your favourite things at the same time. I can *dream* about eating lovely squid. I can dream that Paul McCartney is my step-dad. I can dream about certain comedians frolicking in some grass a la The Beatles in 'Help'. The only problem with dreams, is I don't (as far as I am aware) get the sensations of real life. I know some people do. I can't *taste* the squid or *smell* the grass or *feel* the comforting Macca hug.

(NB - this is not entirely a bad thing. I have a recurring dream whereby I fall off the kerb and break my ankle, and am desperately trying to climb up to the pavement as traffic bears down on me. This always happens in Temple Road. I would not wish to feel this dream.)

Dreams. Real life, without the 'taste' sensation? Better than life, but numb?

Pah. I still ♥ sleep.


Which is all a long winded way of leading me to saying guess where I want to be know? Wrapped up in a certain someone's arms* snuggled in a big hug under a duvet and drifting off to sleep. This is my idea of heaven. Please make it so.


*Yes, yes, you do know who.

do you have a dream you'd like to sell?

Sleep.

Sweet, sweet, beautiful sleep.

It really is my favourite thing. Ever. And yes, I do mean more so than *that*. And certainly more so than even tasty food. Or gin. I ♥ sleep. Refreshing, intoxicating, prettifying, block-out-the-world sleep.

Despite spending most of yesterday asleep, I couldn't get out of bed this morning. Sleep is my drug of choice, and I am very good at taking it. No matter what external / internal circumstances are, I can sleep. And even better than sleep alone, you can DREAM. And in dreaming, thereby have ALL THE REST of your favourite things at the same time. I can *dream* about eating lovely squid. I can dream that Paul McCartney is my step-dad. I can dream about certain comedians frolicking in some grass a la The Beatles in 'Help'. The only problem with dreams, is I don't (as far as I am aware) get the sensations of real life. I know some people do. I can't *taste* the squid or *smell* the grass or *feel* the comforting Macca hug.

(NB - this is not entirely a bad thing. I have a recurring dream whereby I fall off the kerb and break my ankle, and am desperately trying to climb up to the pavement as traffic bears down on me. This always happens in Temple Road. I would not wish to feel this dream.)

Dreams. Real life, without the 'taste' sensation? Better than life, but numb?

Pah. I still ♥ sleep.


Which is all a long winded way of leading me to saying guess where I want to be know? Wrapped up in a certain someone's arms* snuggled in a big hug under a duvet and drifting off to sleep. This is my idea of heaven. Please make it so.


*Yes, yes, you do know who.