warwick
had a dream last night,
because of what chris said last night,
a dream about, what's actually happening at the moment,
i can't remember where we were or what we were doing,
it felt like mark's birthday,
and we were at some sort of park on the edge of a city,
most of my close friends were there, apart from steve, i dunoo why not,
and then all the things that i'm slightly paranoid of, little insecurities i have about people, were all played out in this dream,
it was pretty waft really,
emma seemed the only one who went after me, strangly,
the disinterest was pretty shit, and for all things i hope it was not a preminition
right at the end when i was drawing money out, to pay for the taxi to get hell away from everyone, the cash machine gave me more money than i asked for,
if for one thing, that was nice