Dreaming of Damage
A couple of days ago I was writing with a biro when I ticced and accidentally drew on Leftwing Idiot’s cream sofa. He made a bit of a fuss but I knew he wasn’t really annoyed.
Last night I dreamt I’d spilt ink on his bed. In my dream he was really upset and I woke up feeling guilty. A strong image of his bed has stayed in my mind all day.
It looked like it’d been attacked by a “Biro loving bear.”