Steamy
In which we dream of speed and vampires
August is, as you can see, another quiet month.
A homage to loading screens.
In which we dream of speed and vampires
August is, as you can see, another quiet month.
In which I wake up feeling hungry
No, really, they can. The one I’m thinking of hasn’t come true yet, but I’m sure it will soon. On Saturday night, I dreamed I was boiling a can of condensed milk on the stove, to make toffee.
In which a colleague scares me
Last Wednesday, in the office kitchen, making a cup of tea. A random colleague with a history of attention-seeking pops her head round the door: “I had a dream about you last night.”
In which I dream about work
Work must be getting to me. I know it must be, because I’ve started dreaming about it every night. Bizarre, twisted, warped dreams it’s true, but still dreams about being in the office and with all the co-workers.