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08:41 GMT, Wednesday 14th November 2007. Sitting at my workstation feeling slightly ropey. Went round to Simon and Vix with Jo last night, to babysit for little Orson; spend the whole evening cosey on their sofa, chatting with Jo and with no TV on. Then Sharky rang us from Spain and it was good to have a proper chinwag with him. Simon and Vix came home and proceeded to thrash Jo and I at the Wii Golf championship. Sheesh! Got home around 11 and both of us fell into bed, blissfully sleepy. I went through a whole night of vivid and bizarre dreams; I woke up around 4 again, but decided against getting up to write, figuring I could probably do with more sleep. And so had more dreams. In a nutshell the dreams consisted of following points:
() I'm dressed in a fabulous Saville Row suit, sprinting through some dense urban connurbation, leaping over walls and rebounding down stairwells in perfect Parkour style. It was an exhilarating dream.
() Then I'm in a hotel lounge/bar meeting Maria O.
() It was strange seeing her, because I felt like we were both really there... and not in a dream. I realised that the last time I saw her (2004?) I was pretty rude, and I found myself regretting that. At the end of the day, in reality, Maria and I had spent 4 years of our life together.
() Maria and I are in a hotel room; one wall of the room is formed of frosted glass panels, creating a partition with the rest of the room; there is a pair of frosted glass doors in this partition. Several figures are shambling around in the half-light beyond...I know they are zombies.
() Maria goes away somewhere
() I open one of the frosted glass doors. Several zombies turn to face me. One of them, a huge lumbering man, steps forward and grabs the edge of the open door. I try to shove it closed...but I can't...and that's when I start to panic.
Strange dreams. But the lingering thought today is...where is Maria? Is she okay? Is she happy?
Djr