tune in, dream on, and, er, do your accounts...

I am going to start each post with a geeky mention of what I'm listening to at the moment of writing. So:

Dandy Warhols - 'Holding me up' (from 'Odditorium, or Warlords of Mars'). Rolling jangly guitar pop. Dandy's site.

I am hoping to start a dream diary of sorts in these pages, but, uncharacteristically for me, I can't remember any dreams from last night. Recently my dreams have been mainly set in large, unfamiliar structures - mazes, stations, houses, schools, etc - and I am missioning it about, not knowing quite where I am, with some elusive goal in mind. I'm not sure what I have to do, but I'm sure I should be doing it. This leads to quite an angsty dream state. I'm usually operating mostly alone, but with aquaintences at hand should I need them (which usually I don't). It's rare that people I know well or love are present. There's also a strange proliferation of transport in my dreams, usually boats (the sea features heavily, on and off) but also trains and planes. The transport never, ever reaches it's destination. Either I'm on the wrong one, it breaks down or crashes, or things just change and suddenly I'm somewhere else.

I remember one sea/boat dream I had where I escaped, with 3 others, from a prison camp in Cambodia. We'd somehow aquired crudely drawn plans of the compound, and realised we could make a break for it and escape to sea on jetski's. So off we went! At some point, once out to sea, we rendezvoused with some fellow jetskiers near a vast field of pylons way, way out to sea. They just stood there, sticking up a bit like a wind farm from the water, which was flat and waveless. It was dark - navy/purple being the colour. The pylons were picked out in a matt greyish tone and dissapeared into the hazy distance. It was a strange, stark scene, kind of like the video to Radioheads 'Pyramid Song'. We hovered there, discussed our prison break, made some kind of plan which seemed conspiratorial and important and then...... I don't remember.


Finally got round to sorting out my books today. As in finances, not alphabetising my fiction collection. The backlog stretches back to last August. After a good bout of befuddlement regarding how best to go about it, I realised it wasn't actually as hard as I was expecting. Still dull though. Henry said he thought it sounded like fun, but that's because he'd have spent 3 hours making a totally waterproof Excel spreadsheet which worked everything out for him and presented the data in neat, pastel-shaded boxes. Even if I saw fit to do that, howver, it would double the dullness for me rather than make the task fun, I fear.

Spreadsheets! tsk.