Steepholm's Dream Diary: 33

[steepholm]

I remember very little of last night's dreams. The one fragment I retain involves listening to Elvis Presley singing "Always on My Mind", and remarking to my companion: "You know, I always thought of this as a sentimentally dishonest ballad, but now I actually listen to the lyrics I see they have a cold, cynical glitter to them."

Tonight is Midsummer Night, so tomorrow's should (according to my original resolution) be the last of my dream reports. Let's hope it's a good one, without any fear.