Dreams: My short story teacher (Yoda's little sister) is telling us that we have to record our dreams over the break for use in the first class back. I could just trawl through the archives of this site searching for the word "dream" and have enough to last me a lifetime.

But as if that weren't enough, I had another weird one last night.

My family - which now comprised me, Richard Gere as my father and Kristin Scott Thomas as my mother - went on holiday, which involved stream-lined monorails in tropical locations, and then arriving at the holiday house which was situated, I swear, on the site of my nextdoor neighbours house back in Gladstone, but looked more like Southgate down here in Melbourne, with a spiral staircase at the front. Weirdness ensued. No, really.