too late, not even cofee is helping...
if i had gotten out of bed at 9am, when i first awoke from this mornings dreams i'd have some crystal clear clarity to transcribe what i dreamed this morning for you. alas, i could not keep my eyes open (or get them to focus) at that hour. i had a bad nights sleep with lots of leg cramps... in a nutshell here is what i recall. i had won a contest to see two different concerts on opposite ends of the world. one was Pink Floyd in Australia and the other was Bob Dylan in London. i chose to go see Dylan first. i only know two people in London right now; Ellie and Polly. they are both photographers i know through Flickr. Polly photographs cemeteries, whereas one of Ellie's photographic interests is live music. so i chose to look up Ellie. i've known Ellie the longest, probably about 2 years now, so she was the logical one to hang out with - although, getting to have tours of London cemeteries with Polly will be very chill someday! anyway, i met Ellie at her flat and we ...