Floaty floaty swimmy head

In the brief moments of sleep last night I had some very wierd dreams. One of which I can remember only little bits and would take too long to explain. Assuming it were even possible. The other was more lucid and slightly freaky. Sadly neither were erotic. the dream I can share involved half a dozen or so large slimey slugs slopping their way across the ceiling of my kitchen. There were silvery trails everywhere and some even secreted silk, which allowed them to suspend from the ceiling. I had to collect and dispose of them all but their cold, fat and large bodies were revolting to the touch. I had to use a cloth in order to pick up their pulsating bodies. Can't remember what I did with them. I think I threw them out the back door. Very Bizaar.

Controlled crying - An oxymoron if ever there was..............

Atrocity - the death of even a single child during conflict regardless of the catalyst or cause leading to it.

Oh good, coffee is kicking in and I no longer feel as though I am wandering in a dream like state of disconnection. Just wandering.

Go on, give us a smile!

That's better.