Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Normally I don't remember my dreams at all, but last night's was particularly excellent. Margaret Thatcher was coming to visit my college. I went into college round a back exit, where I found her chauffeur and some children's books the President of the college had given her as a thank you present for coming. Not only did I successfully manage to steal one of these books; I then laid in wait and got her to sign it and was quite inordinately pleased with myself to have nicked something and put one over on the old bag.
It's a strange world in my head. The next part of the dream was running from there to hall, where Led Zeppelin happened to be playing a gig.
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