this morning i dreamed a dream about the forum. only it was a loft of hay and a ping pong match to the death in a separate venue by the sea. and i could fly. several screen names were represented, but with people instead, like avatars, one of which was my rock star manager at work and another one who was named 'julia' and had a hairy arse. it was both a nightmare and a dream as death and humiliation lurked around every corner but lovely things happened too, there was sex, flying much mirth and gigantic melancholy. i woke up with a broken heart feeling stoic like i had done something for my country and an incessant need to pm this to the mods. i also felt like stealing mr garnages trainers and bastard yorkshire flatcap. thats how open my mind is, an indication of how enlightened and spiritual i am, i dream of the forum (albeit in metaphors).