The day is 22/04/14.
I woke up shortly after 7am by natural causes. Awake, yet still predominantly sleepy, I decided to drift off into the sublime realm of my dreams. It's a common habit. Wake up, drift, wake up. When I do drift, I enter the most sensational dreams in terms of satisfaction & creativity - all come about by what we can only assume to be my subconscious minds whacky creations. After all, what is a dream? You can't explain how it works, no-one can. So there I reside enter the most precarious of situation & most delightful. I have limited control in this state - aye, it is but a dream, but I'm bound by a perspective of