Two Items

First thing first - go and see Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind. I just did and, man, I have a lot of time for that film. I'm going to go and see it again, probably next week.

Secondly, the film brought to mind a spooky dream thing that happened to me recently. Some months ago, I had a dream where I killed somebody - strangled them, I think, though I'm not sure. Anyway, the thing is this dream lurked somewhere in the back of my mind. A few days ago, for some reason (maybe I was reading something that asked "what crimes have you committed?", I don't know) I started thinking about whether or not I'd committed any crimes.

And for a good ten or so minutes, I actually thought I had killed someone in the past. Obviously, logic overcame the false memory - who did I kill, when did I do it, that kind of thing. But I really thought I'd killed somebody. It was unpleasant, to say the least.

And don't even get me started on the dream I had last week involving (of all people) Zoe, a garden party at my house, and me bleeding from the mouth. Dreams are weird. Mine are, at any rate.