Had a… slightly tipsy… slightly
Had a… slightly tipsy… slightly queasy… night at Century with Mark & Gordon. Mitch turned up later as well.
And then… strange, interrupted sleep. Woke up early but tried to sleep on, and got involved in the most realistic and compelling dreams. And… I woke up from the dream. But it turned out I had woken into another dream. Then I woke from that. And then from that. In the end, I had woken up so many times that I was completely disorientated. How was I to know that the two women outside on a ladder cleaning my window weren’t real. And when they came into my bedroom and sat down for their tea-break, and wouldn’t leave despite my protestations that I had to get up (”where we gonna ‘ave our tea-break then, eh?”)… I couldn’t have know that it was another bedroom that existed only in my head. I was amazed when I finally did wake up to realise that none of the previous wakenings had been genuine, and only now, finally, after 2-hours of repeated awakenings, was I finally in the “real” world.