A bad night of stomach twitches. I dreamt of walking home, along Nantwich Road, at night with Deborah. The starry sky above was stunningly beautiful, and spiral galaxies were clearly visible in lovely colours, yellow in the centre and different at the edge or beyond where the dark-matter ought to reside. Violet lightning, almost smoke-like started to strike alarmingly around us, though the result was more pretty and electric, rather than loud or booming at all, and there was little rain. Two bolts struck very close to Deb and I awoke in fear.
I remained awake for hours until perhaps 07:00, then finally slept. I awoke late and tired, and have battled to work today. I've added the vocals to Mr Tambourine Man, and updated my website a little, adding links to the Galleria Balmain gallery. I went out after lunch to take some photographs in the park for the Fall in Green album artwork, and stopped off at Deborah's on the way; delightful and unexpected.
I've taken some scans of screwed up newsprint as possible backgrounds for the album, but they are too creased. I'll try again tomorrow with another attempt at something parchment-like.
