Off to see chums

We haven't caught up since the wedding, so away to the wilds of Stevenage I go...But first, a conversation with Oz this morning, and a record as best I can manage it of my strange dreams last night.

A place that seemed European, very distinctive fountains, with huge sparkling jets of water coloured blue. The number four featured, but this, I think came down to a conversation I had yesterday. Then in the streets huge globes of varying similarity to the moon appeared,  emanating missiles that attacked people.Some of these missiles were round like bubbles clustering, others like lightning. Crowds were running everywhere, especially when the lightning began.I saw a man being tormented by these mini-electrical shocks zapping all over his body, while I just walked through it. When I went to him, it struck me directly but still, nothing to it. There was a page thick with handwriting, quite elegant but closely packed, a lot of information. It kept appearing in front of me at intervals throughout the dream.

Reasons I haven't done that 3-fictional-people-to-describe-me meme all over FB

oh damn I wish that I were dead
absolutely non-existent
gone away from here from everywhere
but how would there is always bridges –
the brooklyn bridge but I love that
bridge (everything is beautiful from
there and the air is so clean)
walking it seems peaceful even with
all those cars going crazy underneath
So it would have to be some other
bridge an ugly one and with no view –
except i like in particular all bridges –
there`s something about them and I`ve
never seen an ugly bridge

The writer is Marilyn Monroe.

I post this,not because of  any sadness -  life is generous and wonderful right now -  but because

applies to pretty much everybody.  Three ficpics? What?