|2005-03-01 19:29:00||Ruby Don’t Take Your Love To Town-Leonard Nimoy-Spaced Out|
Normally I don’t dream (or if I do I forget them before I wake). This one I remembered 12 hours after it occurred:
Details are a little hazy but I was in David Gilmour’s house, being taught to cook by his wife.
I wonder why I didn’t dream of him having taught me to play guitar? Maybe it’s because that’s my waking fantasy.