pterodactyl

Had a crazy night. Woke up at 3am convinced I was being attacked by a pterodactyl until I realised the Svankmajer poster had fallen on my face. Couldn’t get back to sleep for ten million years. Finally did and had some mental dreams, including one about an unexpected visit from an ex girlfriend (who had grown a beard) and her mother, and another about an improvised art piece I created (to impress a girl, a complete stranger, who had walked into my house thinking it was an art exhibition) by balancing a sofa on a stool and setting it on fire. No more broccoli before bed.