Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist


I was watching a TV adaption of a Clive Barker story last night. This guy wanted to bring the dead back to life and he tried the Frankenstein method but only succeeded in setting the corspe on fire. So then he got involved with a necromancer and it wound up with this young woman having sex with zombies in a necropolis. There was a lot of standing around talking but when the zombies finally showed up they were value for money.

Barker really has a thing about dead bodies, doesn't he?

Anyway, I thought I'd probably have nightmares. But instead  I had really nice dreams. In one of them I was a member of this large, eccentric, very wealthy family and my eccentric, very wealthy great aunt was making me a present of an antique bookcase. "Here, you have it. We don't need it anymore. It's only worth a few thousand pounds." And then I was touring the family estates and it was a case of I know I can do it, I know I can do it and next thing my feet were skiimming the ground and- wheeee- I could  fly!

I love flying dreams. They're my favourite. When they happen- and they don't happen nearly often enough-  it feels like I'm back where I belong.

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