Richard Kettlewell

I had several weird dreams, each followed by waking up sometime in the middle of the night. Most of them I can't even remember, except for a general feeling that they were dull, although there was one where a friend made a doctor's appointment for me, over the internet, to do something to my ear (which was fine), and the doctor proceeded to put a huge dressing on it and then a huge hood over my head; it all then fell off and I explained that there was nothing wrong with my ear after all. Possibly a confused subconscious reference to my toe? Err, there was some stuff about a hotel room with an oven (or was it a cupboard?) in which someone was cooking some potatoes.

I still don't really feel awake yet.

Weird dream night: I dreamed that my keyboard had gone totally mad and was typing mostly gibberish, but occasionally (accidentally) insults into irc rather than what I was attempting to type. There was a bit about going to WOC to buy a new one, but then it shifted to waking up in the same room as one of Vicky's housemates and puzzling over the fact that all the timepieces in the room had gone mad, and trying to understand the instruction manual for my watch, on the theory that it had gone into stopwatch mode; but the manual was a folded up bit of paper with a contents section that didn't match up with the rest of the text.