For the first time in ages last night I had a dream. I don't think I've had one (at least one that I can remember) for at least two months. Which sucks. I do like having dreams.
It was another World War Two/Hogan's Heroes dream, which is the only type of dream I seem to be having over the past year.

Anyway, I was standing outside my house. Everyone from Hogan's Heroes was there. Suddenly I was frogmarched into a car, the kind of massive staff car that Major Hochstetter had. Lebeau was sitting in there too, and I asked Klink what was happening. He replied that he camp was being moved and that Lebeau and I were being taken to Berlin to be handed over to the Gestapo because they thought we knew important secrets to do with the war.
I slipped out of the car, trading places with Colonel Hogan and ran to try and catch up with the big trucks moving the rest of the prisoners, but I missed them. I stood around in my front yard for a few moments, trying to decide what to do. With no particular plan I started walking down towards the shops, keeping to the path. Suddenly a German soldier jumps out of nowhere, wearing this weird combination of a Gestapo and SS uniform. He points a rifle at me, except he doesn't say anything. I raise my hands and stop. For a moment everything's quiet and still, then I hear him cocking the rifle, and I realise that he's going to shoot me, even though I've surrendered. I run off to the side of the path and he fires after me. He has these crazy wild eyes, all bloodshot and dark.
Eventually I leave him behind and make my way back to the footpath. I turn and look over my shoulder as I'm still running away and I see the soldier standing in the middle of the footpath, half turned away from me so I could only see part of his face. His eyes had changed; they were big and brown and he was crying and pale, and he lifted the barrel of the gun up underneath his chin and shot himself.
I turned back to face the way I was running so I didn't have to see, and suddenly another soldier jumped out in front of me and sprayed bullets at me from a machine gun and just as they hit me I yelled out "I GIVE UP!" and then I woke up.

Anyway, maybe for something a little happier. Today was the first day of school. It was boring. Pleasant, no?

Ehhhrrrmmm... I dunno what else to say. I slept really badly last night. I didn't get to sleep until midnight, then I woke up at three am after my nightmare. I refused to open my eyes because I was terrified that if I did then there would be a German soldier standing over me (I had this really vivid image in my head complete with the greatcoat and the helmet) and he'd stab me with his bayonette. So I blinked quickly and saw it was three, and then the next time I checked it was half past four. Then I slept on an off until six am. So all up I only got about four hours sleep. Considering how busy I was today (hardy-har-har) it's amazing that I managed to stay awake.

And oh my god, I just downloaded the best cover ever. Jens Lekman covering You Can Call Me Al. Fucking ace...