Vampire carnival (Belle)

Posted on May 18, 2010 by Dreamaticus

I was looking after a beagle during a vampire carnival. I was jealous of a woman who had the key to the costume museum and kept changing clothes. The beagle ran away from me.

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Belle competes with grain

Posted on May 17, 2010 by Dreamaticus

I was taking part in an international sandwich competition and didn’t know what to do with the grain. My life depended on it.

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Just another busy day for Belle

Posted on May 13, 2010 by Dreamaticus

I was on a course where I was put on a team with a 3 foot tall man. We had to work on a project for a fish finger hotel. Then I guerilla-gardened some roses in Bromley, and accidently had my shopping delivered to a boys’ school kitchen where there was a shared baby kept with a friendly puppy.

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Literary snogging (Rousse)

Posted on May 9, 2010 by Dreamaticus

I fell in love with someone completely unsuitable. We were snogging in an Edinburgh wheelie bin, Beckett fashion.

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Belle the crime-fighting, fast car-driving, spy

Posted on May 5, 2010 by Dreamaticus

Once again, I was a crime-fighting, fast car-driving spy.

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A la recherche du criminel (Belle)

Posted on May 4, 2010 by Dreamaticus

I was in a black and white 1960s world with a bunch of wives of former French presidents. We were attempting to identify a serial killer.

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Belle and Rousse meet up (Rousse)

Posted on May 1, 2010 by Dreamaticus

Belle and I met up to discuss our dreams.

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Desert and opera (Belle)

Posted on April 30, 2010 by Dreamaticus

I went to see a tank graveyard in the desert, where all the parts looked like bits of Gene Hunt’s quattro. Then I attended a children’s Oliver directed by two fat dads who wrote Gilbert and Sullivanesque lyrics for themselves. Their wives wore leopardskin. The audience booed a nine year old Nancy.

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The Chinese dictator and new house mates (Belle)

Posted on April 29, 2010 by Dreamaticus

I bowed to a Chinese dictator (from the back row where they put the ugly people) and moved in with a man and a dog.

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When living in a squat in Southwark I was approached by a big man with a big dog who said ‘Who thinks they are God here?’

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Belle’s sister’s shoes

Posted on April 28, 2010 by Dreamaticus

My fourth sister lived in between floors in a house so her feet dangled out the ceiling in StartRite shoes.

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