I returned home in the morning today, ate some cheese & crackers, showered and got to bed. A slight drizzle was waking up everyone else whilst I tucked my arse under my duvet. I started dreaming about many odd things... Like being stuck on a flight that I wasn't supposed to be on; the plane was shaped more like a coach than an aircraft and people were so friendly - it was kind of intense. There were girls in TKGS uniforms, there was the Sticker Lady, there were affable rotund men... Smiles were all around. Somebody faked an emergency to allow me to escape the flight.
Yesterday I had a rather intense conversation with a certain Alex about the history of techno. We spoke of the Minus crew, Kevin Saunderson, Carl Craig, Maetrik, Pete Tong, Derrick May and many other things. Life in Europe, making music, wanting to explore more and knowing the importance of music. Loving music.
I think this fed into my dreamworld somehow. My dreams are rarely positive
God I got the car scratched today. I feel awful
