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Do you ever feel, during the course of your dreams, as though you are watching a film of some kind? A horror film, for instance, wherein the hero is headed towards his inevitable doom, and no matter how you scream at him to watch his back, he never sees the monster lurking just behind him.

I feel as though my dreams are coming to exactly such a point.

I find it interesting that while others are dreaming of being vampires or pirates, or whatever else exciting things you lot dream about, I only seem to dream of having a desk job.

A desk job at MI6, but the point still stands.

I really need to stop hiding away in my cave like bedroom. Otherwise I'm destined to become a crazy cat lady. Only I don't really care for cats so it would definitely be a bad idea.

On the plus side I did manage to get some artwork done. So at least I've been a productive hermit!

( cut for size, SFW )

Oh bloody hell. I was beginning to think that dream was a fluke, but apparently not. Had another one last night.

There are more girls who look like Sarah. According to Sarah, a German and a soccer mum. Sarah is also still pretending to be Beth Childs and I had to go talk to Mrs. S to make sure that Kira didn't think her mum was dead.

I'm wondering if I should tell Sarah about these dreams or wait and see if she starts having them. As if that's not crazy enough.

If Sarah had a sitter for Kira, I'd suggest we go out, cause after these dreams, I need a drink and I don't want to leave Sarah here to go get pissed by myself.

I have got... a horse in my flat. It's brilliant! Well. Won't be for long, not when nature calls, so I've got to get my horse somewhere to his liking. But, the point is: where could I stash my horse until other options become available? The TARDIS has got to

Neal, does the place you work at have any room for Arthur? My horse, not my car. I realise now where my old girl's name came from. Hah!