Dom's Rambles

I had another dream about the old flat in Sheffield last night. I have these dreams every couple of months or so and they tend to run to a formula: the flat is always exactly the same as when I left it five and a half years ago (even though I’m somehow aware that the action is taking place in the present), I'm always with someone I know - but who isn’t from my immediate peer group - and while I’m looking around the place I always come across some long lost item. Last night I discovered my old cowboy boots behind a pile of newspapers.

Although it isn’t too difficult to work out what desires and yearnings these dreams are a manifestation of, last night’s episode is troubling me a lot more than usual and I can recall it it in much more detail too. On top of that I seem to be losing my temper with inanimate objects a lot quicker than I normally do when I’m in a similarly hung over state and have already smashed a keyboard up after I kept hitting the E and W key at the same time.

I suppose it's a good job I keep a spare otherwise I wouldn’t be able to tell you this!