I had a series of dreams the other night, each one had a different scenario with a connected theme: the sense of becoming aware of an alternative and very beautiful space, yet which had a dark element of some kind or another about which I/we (you know how it is in dreams, there's a bunch of people with you sometimes and you know who they are, but there's no way you can define them when it comes to explaining it all to someone else) had to be very wary.
In one such dream, "we" (see extended parenthesis above) found ourselves in an almost Eden-like place, lush and fantastic, and yet there was an individual there who was deviant and aiming to corrupt. Despite the obvious reference, there were no Biblical allusions - not least since we decided to take direct action and spent most of the dream pursuing him, lynch-mob-style, shouting "WANKER PATROL! WANKER PATROL!" repeatedly.
When I remembered this the following day, I burst out laughing, but it wasn't appropriate to explain why to the company I was keeping.
I Misread a Sign today, for the first time in a while, on a leaflet I saw somewhere. What I read was
Think about your excrement
Whereas it was actually
Think about your retirement.
What I do think, is that I would be an analyst's dream (but not like my dream as detailed above) at the moment. But I shan't ramble on about such things more than I already have, that would feel just a little too indulgent.
So that's what I write about in my my 400th published post. Typical.
I shall treat (!) you to a self-portrait: I'm in the pub.