I dreamt about Ninja Dixon's Fred Anderson last night! No, it wasn't a gay fantasy as that's not my scene but a real dream. He and some other guy were visiting and staying over. They were sleeping on the floor of my lounge room. Fred was wearing a polo; he wiped his nose on it and looked confused around of what to do. So I said: "Do you want a T-shirt?". Yes, he did. I opened my cupboard which was now sitting in my lounge room (which some of you call living room) instead of my bedroom. But I couldn't find a shirt cos my dad and some guy with a German Alsatian had filled my cupboard with all kinds of stuff. Obviously, none of them live here. I couldn't find the T-shirt so we decided I should sleep in the old summer house that we used to own near the beach. Don't ask me how this was supposed to help Fred get a new T-shirt. During the night at the summer house I was happy to have the dog there in case of burglars. Obviously, the damn dog needed to go for a slash during the night so I got up and discovered that the lounge room was now placed in the kitchen of the house where I grew up! I'm sure it all means I've got severe psychological issues, have no sense of belonging, and ... that I wanna sleep with dogs.
Oh crap! O_O