I dreamt I saw the flying Dutchman soaring above the Thames. Someone on deck must have noticed me, because it made a horrendous turn to – I assume –  collect me for an eternity of swabbing decks amidst scurvy-suffering zombie sailors. But as it turned the corner around Parliament and got close, I realized it was just a tiny dinghy and not the imposing frigate I first thought.

09.04.2013 • Permalink