This reminds me - in one of those short nights during Finlandmoot, I dreamed that I woke up in the morning and somebody told me that
Kath had committed suicide in the night. I vividly remember the feeling of total shock - I just couldn't understand why she would do this in the first place, and at a time like that, when we had all been having fun together and feeling good just a few hours before.
I trust you're alive and cheerful,
Kath. Sorry, I must have caught the dream virus from
Lommy.
And the other night I dreamed I was back in Helsinki, on the morning of my departure, waiting for the post office to open so I could buy some stamps. The post office looked none like it does in RL, it was much smaller and somehow in the same building as
Nog's flat and besieged by a horde of bums in tartan suits who were trying to steal my cash, but I somehow managed to get behind their lines.