June 13, 2002
Last night was not a good night for sleep. All night long I dreamt about an apocalyptic future where the fate of mankind came down to one band of survivors, decent people trying to make it in a plague blighted world but up against another group of survivors who had raised armies of the dead to wipe out the rest of mankind. I spent the whole dream hiding under a blanket while the final battle raged on around me, trying with all my might to look like nothing but a rumbled blanket. And it worked… until the cat found me.