I sleep for hours and hours dreaming. I dreamt I was with people in a giant glasshouse world. Some threat came in from outside and this isn't exactly what happened (it was a dream; very mixed up) but the world we were in was failing and eventually the glass broke open and bright sunshine was outside and a better world to live in.
Kind of an obvious metaphor for what is going on today. You could say that is my life, you could say it is the world we live in.
I had no idea Japan was in ruins except that somebody mentioned it on their blog. Isn't that a sign of the end of the world? "Wars and rumours of wars... earthquakes in divers places"...? But these are just the beginning of sorrows. It gets much worse. Then it gets a hell of a lot better. I always imagine paradise has fresh air.
It was Christmas eve in a war zone - I just about managed to rise this morning but shining is still a long way off. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I had my usual stress dream last night....
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