Last night I had the craziest dream. It could be classed as a horror-dream — the type where it’s so scary yet you’re intrigued to find out what happens next.

It starts off when I’m playing guitar in front of this stage while this person is speaking. For some odd reason, it was hooked up to the main speakers. I was plucking my guitar strings making weird awkward noises which provoked fury amongst the audience. The weird thing was they didn’t know who it was. Then my friend discretely turned down the volume knob, and unplugged my guitar, careful that he wouldn’t give me away.

Time passes (i.e. I can’t remember what happens for the next few minutes or this was another one of those disjointed dreams).

The presentation ends and the crowd dismantles themselves from their nicely rows of chairs, and exit through the back door. I walk to put my guitar away until I realise that my guitar neck had fallen of. This was super scary. I even checked in my dream to see if was really a dream - you know, the thing they always do in movies - however the reality check came out to be positive. I thought I was living in the moment.

Can’t actually remember what happens next, however it’s at the end of the day. My surroundings are tinted grey, turning into black, surrounded by an atmosphere which is dense with pollution. I was outside. Out the back of the place where I just watched the presentation seemed to be some sort of train yard. There seemed to be at least 20 set of tracks strewn across before me. There were diesel trains which looked as if they had not been treated with soap and water for many years, were constantly shunting carriages along the tracks.

I was on my way to the Rockshop. It’s a place where they sell all things guitary. I wanted to get a quote to see how much this guitar with a broken neck would set me back. The Rockshop in this particular dream was set just on the other side of these 20 set of tracks. The darkness of night was slowly crawling over me - I knew that I’d have to move pretty quick to get there just in time before the store closes.

This part seems a tad vague. I remember falling into this storm-water ditch which was bridged with a–believe it or not–bridge. Trains wooshed all over the place. Well actually, they didn’t woosh - they were actually rather slow and most of them were at a far off distance. But for some strange reason, I’d stand there and wait a few seconds for one to pass. Because I was scared I’d get crushed.

Woot. I reach the other side - only to find out that the Rockshop had already closed. Quite strange, dreams, because I remember what the inside looked like - I remember walking inside the Rockshop - yet it was closed.

My dream ends there. I was left rot in disappointment for a while in my own mind as I waited to wake up.

Clarence is dead! Between 11:00pm yesterday and 11:27pm tonight, Clarence has kicked the bucket. Last night he was on his back but, however, was still responsive (eg; he would move when I tapped the container). It’s really weird how insects always die on their backs. It’s like they are waving a white flag to any predators which might stumble across this fine cuisine dish. Wait a minute! Clarence could be tricking me! Nah, we have been like friends over these past few months together, and friends never do such things as that! Why did I even think of that?

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