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( Pangs )

...and before you ask: No, not written in reference to anyone in particular.

Dreams and portents

Yesterday my lodger (I suppose that’s the best word for her) asked me if anyone had died in the house. Naturally this got my attention, and we sat and talked for a while. It turns out she’d had a very strong and vivid dream. In the dream there was a large painting in her room. It was executed all in vivid reds and was of a young woman in her 20s. The painting was not hanging on the wall; rather it was propped up on the floor, nearby her bed. My lodger stared at the painting, wondering who the person portrayed was, and why this painting was in her bedroom. Just then a man and a woman walked into the room. They were young, also in their twenties. My lodger could tell that they were very close friends and knew each other well, but were not a couple. She told me that the man had ever-so-slightly feminine features. They entered the room, ignoring her, and walked right up to the painting. Standing in front of it, they stopped and gazed at it reverently. She could tell that they were both very sad. She asked them about the painting… who was it? And what did it signify? They didn’t answer, but suddenly she realised that the woman in the painting was dead. She woke with a start, with waves of emotion coursing through her. I asked her if she was afraid. After all, she’d as near as damn it asked me if the house had ghosts. No, she replied, merely sad. But it made such a strong impression on her that she was much shaken, and deeply moved, and couldn’t get back to sleep for a long time after.

Ha, even my real life news has zombies and sirens....

Last night I was round at my friend Paul's killing zombies in the game Dead Rising (X-Box 360)... it was tremendous fun, the game is really addictive (takes place in a shopping mall; like Dawn of the Dead: The Game, despite the game developer's loud legal-friendly protestations to the contrary), I didn't want to go home, and for the first time ever I'm starting to covet the 360... I lust for you. Baby.

Tonight (thanks to a timely blankbadge) I am taking a tired and work-battered buddleia to go and see Thea Gilmore. Should be good.

That's all for now. Play nicely, even with small animals you're planning on eating later.