apolla | More wacko dreams.

OK. I'm getting really pissed off with my subconscious. Last night I dreamed that I was at maybe a festival or something. Thin Lizzy were playing and they were really good. Except that it couldn't really be Philip, because he's dead and this gig was in the present day. The Philip replacement was so perfectly Philip that I didn't realise until it occurred to me of course, that Phil is dead. And this 'Philip' really was good- Ian Astbury with the Doors but good at it. And he came over to me and started flirting.

To borrow a phrase from the beautiful Tracy Lord Haven: "I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy."