Life Drawing Group, Bottles and Bridges.
It was spot on 8pm last night, at Life Drawing at As Iz Art Gallery, when my son phoned me. I told him where I was and he reminded me that I am never home. That's observant since he lives in another State. He also listed to me where I had been for about the past 10 nights which was handy because I couldn't remember where I had been myself! Slumping into bed at 11.15pm my lovely Ms. SaidByNed said it was nice to see me and I went through a similar discussion with her until being overcome with a deep sleep. For the second time in a week the Westgate Bridge came tumbling down in my dreams. My good friend David and I were in a car sitting at the beginning of the bridge complaining that they had shut the thing, as the sides fell off and other cars went tumbling into the water below. We still wanted to drive over the bridge. I woke up, worried. I had to assure myself that this was only the second time I had dreamt this dream. If it were the third time, I would be really worri...