Today at work, on my lunch break, I fell asleep in my car while listening to John Wesley Harding.
I dreamt that I was very tiny and was standing in a cup of warm water on top of a piano. You walked in the room and I started waving frantically trying to get your attention. You came over, picked me up, and blew into my ear very hard. It was painful.
But when your breath circulated through my head, it came out of my mouth sounding like a harmonica. I giggled like a Japanese schoolgirl.
A Friend to the Poor,
Fu-Fu