I was in a European style restaurant in London, small and quaint with a horribly predictable magnolia look to the whole place. Inadvertently I was in the midst of a murder case it seemed. The waitress was very concerned about the dead body in the restaurant upstairs and insisted I went to investigate it.
Upon checking it again she realised it was a customers father, although he did not look familiar and my detective skills weren't up to standard it seemed. Back to the restaurant for a strong drink then the Australian waiter casually started nattering to me. Most perplexing that he was not more worried about the fact he was working in a murder scene.
Finding it all rather stressful I went for a stroll down cobbled pavements in London. Imagine my surprise when I saw the Dewar Statue (Statue of the Late First Minister Donald Dewar) moving around on tram rails. It was jet black in the dream and my whole perception of the area I was in seemed to be more 19th Century after that.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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