I had a weird dream.
Walking along carriges on a train after someone, the carriges seemed to turn from normal passenger carriges to old style ones, box cars and such. Then it turned into a narrow street, with no real transistion and the person I was following was only a bit ahead. The streets turned into london streets, in that strange dream logic where you realise where you are. I cought up with her, and she wrote down an address - and we walked together for a bit. Then I woke up. The weird part of the dream is that for some reason part of the adress stuck in my head when I woke up.
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Sat 18 Jul 2009, 13:10, Reply)