robinbloke | Sep. 16th, 2002

Well, at least according to the postal delivery people, as over the last few weeks I've had post for no.3, no.4 (me) and no.5 delivered to me, as well as some post for 4 otter gardens, rather than 4 otter close. Either the sorting service is diabolical or the postman is getting bored or something. Mind you if I were a postman I'd have to find something extra to do to spice up the deliveries, maybe random printed fliers inserted into magazine and suchlike. Hmmmm.
Dreams and memories (possibly the same thing) are the other thing, I had a dream last night I had a weekend break to Germany, all well and good and stuff, I don't normally get dreams so wahoo and suchlike. But Since my dream decided to just suddenly plonk me in Germany without any memory of how I got there and

cbvampst who was with me there couldn't remember how he'd got there either I actually spent more time rooting through my dream luggage and finding out where my hotel was (by finding a ticket in my bag and rather funkily a picture of the hotel I was staying at on my phone along with it's phone number - pretty cool) than actually having fun, meh. But I did finish some last minute dream chocolate-shopping into it before I woke up, so that was all right.
Over self-analysis can be annoying.