trickster

popped down to kennington to retrieve my keyboard this morning, which meant getting out of bed about 4 hours before i got out of bed yesterday... yesterday bearing the hangover from monday night, (even with said hangover i still managed to ride the storm in leicester square with felinity last night)...

but not only the hangover, the gradual process of not working and therefore sleeping later each day was doing it's work and so this morning was about resetting the body clock and was tricky...

so around 7 (early by a couple of hours) i woke up to find that my room was booby trapped... i could even hear/see the booby trapper, i knew him, he was a friend, the booby trap was a playful thing...

which was all very well but both of the tape delays currently in my possession, neither of which is actually mine, were balanced precariously up high so that as soon as i moved they would fall on me...

and that surely wouldn't do them any good...?

so i lived in this paradigm for a little while, before eventually looking at what the time was, and working out it was all a dream... drifting back to sleep...

i was thinking about it on the tube back from kennington... this trickster in my subconscious... the second time in recent months that i've seen someone in that dream space who wasn't threatening me like previous visitors...

no conclusions... just questions...

so i'm off shortly to have a christmas lunch with various people from londonbridgework... then i'll be in town so i think i'm going to purchase a freeview box... and maybe some christmas presents...

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