dream diary

 I have been sleeping a lot lately. And that means a lot of dreaming. 

My earlier dream recall has largely disappeared which means i need to sort out a notepad and pen to put by the side of my bed for when i wake up and remember dreams. 

But I do remember a dream that involved travelling to the moon. I cycled to the moon. Well, many of us were able to go up to the upper earth's atmosphere and it did feel very close to the moon in my dream. Then I mounted a bike to take me closer to the moon, where though i didn't land on it, i was within it's orbit for a short time. I think landing on the moon was a bit risky - you might not be able to leave it again. Or breathe. 

Then there was more but it's largely gone. 

Later, in the late morning, I dreamt that David Bowie's Twitter account had gone to wrack and ruin and had even had hackers posting nob jokes on it. There was a comedian in my dream too, who had died, and who had similar Twitter account issues. I was quite keen to take control of the comedian's Twitter and save it from being trashed, which reminds me of how I felt about Rich's Twitter account after he died - alas such a thing was not possible as Rich hadn't left me his log in details. 

Also I really don't want to read Rich's messages to others as they were personal and I might find some of them hurtful, so I don't want to know. 

David Bowie's son turned up in my dream and offered me a possible job looking after Bowie's Twitter account post mortem, and he came round my flat. The flat was a big square corner unit in a high rise, and it had a reasonable view, 180 degrees windows, and a balcony all the way round with loads of young buzzy intellectual arty types all sitting out there drinking and chatting, and the flat was pretty full up inside too - with young Duncan Jones's entourage taking up most of the space. Some were obviously attracted to my flat by the presence o0f a celebrity too. I was sat watching a screen with alternative music playing on it trying to be ultra cool for Duncan J. He was transitioning in my dream and looked somewhere between a man and a woman, and was talking about the skin under his chin being too flabby. I felt that talking to him was difficult because i couldn't really hear what he was saying, relying on physicality and gestures more than spoken words. He did confirm I might be able to take over his father's Twitter account and also that my flat my be a good hang out for him in future - he had minions checking me out - checking out the neighbours, etc. they wanted to attract as little attention as they could. Duncan's home was in Egypt and I noticed Egyptian attire.