InsaneJournal

You know, when I said a few days ago that I had been hoping that somehow my dreams were over, I was stating a fact, not complaining. I wasn't trying to test fate.

At least the explosions have stopped. Instead I'm trying to build a factory to produce Jaffa Cakes of all things with a bloody spaceman and a dwarf. A dwarf who would rather eat Jaffa Cakes and be an insane dictator with a poking stick than live underground doing typically dwarven things, apparently.

I'm starting to think I've gone mad again. These dreams have gone right round the bend from somewhat disturbing to outright stupid.