Rêves

I keep on having dreams.  Really, really, really vivid  dreams.  They're not even surreal, they're completely realistic.  And I just watched a 20 stone, 6ft' tall man ride down the Thames in a tire, on ITV news.  Ooh, Luke Pritchard is speaking, why is he so oddly attractive?  Something about being in a band.  And that band being The Kooks.

Back on topic, yes, dreams.  So strange, honestly they're bizarre.  I guess it's just because they're so realistic, which is unusual.  They could be real situations, they're just... not.

Ok, enough on this vein.  V. boring.  When I'm not being all annoying, self deprecative and whiney I have nothing to write.  Urgh, I sound so miserable and existentialist.  Doom and gloom, there is no God, we are all. going. to. DIE.  I could be Sartre.  Fit.