(8:00am)

First, a long series of dreams rather like the film ‘Repo Men’, where a small rebel force (of which I was one) were tasked with running through a wilderness where we’d be periodically attacked by government forces who were trained & more importantly equipped to a vastly higher standard than we were, & who periodically tore our pooly-equipped guys to pieces like cannon fodder. There was a lot of running & jumping & diving into cloudy quarry water to escape terminator-like foes & etc.

Then, in another dream, I was buying a present for, I think, one of my housemates, from a shop. I had £20 to spend & I called over the busy shop assistant to ask for her advice. The shop was about to close & it was rather like Argos, with a large variety of household items hanging from the walls. Even though she took me round the shop & showed me the goods, I was still looking at their tiny images in a thick catalogue. Absolutely nothing was worth buying & I ended up telling her, sorry, I really don’t think I’m going to be buying anything today.

I ended up buying a red leather belt from somewhere else. It was thick & made of old soft purplish red leather, with tacky brass fittings. I slid the belt through the loops of my trousers & was amazed that it fitted, as it was so thick. As I inserted the tip of the red belt under the final loop & the brass ring next to the buckle, & finally pulled it tight, the belt suddenly began to sing in a high-pitched electronic voice: “And now Johnny is finally going to get, as much as Johnny can handle!”

[PULLED TAROT CARD (morning): 7 of swords]

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