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# Last night I dreamt I was living in the middle of nowhere in America
in an old wooden house that had pheasants wandering in and out.
I got out of bed to feed some cats and saw there were bloody footprints all round the kitchen.
Going outside to see how the flooding and snow was doing (there was a whirlpool/sink hole in a field next door) I was interrupted by a couple of police cars. The police got out and asked if I'd seen anything suspicious. I told them about the bloody footprints and they said that there was a murderer on the loose and that I shouldn't go back inside.
The police looked around the house for a bit before giving up and wandering off.
Then I woke up. I'd rather dream of cats smoking spliffs to be honest.
(, Sun 19 Jan 2014, 20:28, archived)
# It wasn't cats and it wasn't a spliff.
It involved mild anxiety while rolling and lighting a cigarette which then burnt all the way to the end in one drag.

My dreams are either entirely dull (see above) or rather cinematic. My best recent one involved a shootout between secret agents and andriods. It had bullet time and sweeping camera shots and was against the backdrop of a thudding rap track that my radio alarm was playing to try and wake me up.
(, Sun 19 Jan 2014, 20:33, archived)