So my adventure in search of lucid dreams continues. I still haven’t had one, although I’ve been having dreams every night since I decided I wanted to control one, for example, last night, one of my dreams had something to do with Scrubs. You may notice I’m still not too hot on the details and the remembering thereof with regards to my dreams. I’m working on it, chill out. I fully intend to try again tonight, although I’ve been struck by a deepening case of man-flu and can’t help wondering if that will have a negative impact on my ability to dream.
DAMN THE MAN-FLU!
Elsewhere, once again, my movie poster mash-up didn’t make it into the final selection over at Empire. Picky bastards, I thought that was funny! Bruce Fillet? The Last Boy Trout?! That’s pure gold! OK, I’m not that self-deluded, it was an easy pun and many people twigged to that fact. This weeks subject is sports, and I’ve got a killer idea for it, it’ll involve a little more work and depends upon me finding the right images, but it’ll be good if I can pull it off, so watch this space.
The viral game for The International had an event this past Thursday, which involved some GPS co-ordinates that pointed to a location in Soho Square, not two minutes away from where I work. Obviously I was first on the scene, obviously it wasn’t where it said it would be and obviously I once again didn’t succeed in my mission. Luckily for me, Agent Lex from the unforums was a little more patient than me, and scoped the park to find it was attached to a bench a little way away from where it should’ve been. I say luckily for me because Agent Lex is a goddamn legend, and a chivalrous one to boot, having seen that I was in the area but unsuccessful, he promised to split the take with me. Which he did. I just hope that I manage to find the second drop next week so I can return the favour.
Anyway, the dreamscape beckons, and I’ve got a bone to pick with it, so I must take my leave.
Peace out!

