I have decided to turn the focus of of this blog onto my dreams for a bit. Not the lofty goals which keep me awake and smiling at night, but the kind that wake me up at 4am wondering how the random firing at my synapses created the image of a 32 year old Skeletor woman with a tonne of tattoos in a sheer dress sitting on the arm of a couch, and I can only see her from behind and she had an absurdly exaggerated butt cleft that was dirty and soiled but she is somehow, at the same time a guy really important to me.
Anyway, one run on sentence later, I can tell you that I've been keeping a log of my most outlandish dreams for the last 3 years. Illustrations are a must. Enjoy!