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Thursday 4th September 2003

What a strange dream . . . I was flying around Barton Road (Lancaster), but due to the wind, I was quite unable to control myself. After a while of fighting against it, I finally let it take me where it will . . . wherever the wind takes me. And, erm, it took me to the front door of a house there, so I thought, what the hell, I'll see who's in. An old lady answered the door, a bit taller than average, with grey, curly hair. And although I was floating by her front door, and couldn't actually speak any words, she seemed remarkably good natured about the whole thing. I think somehow we had a little 'chat', and then I went on my way. Anyway, I need to pump up my bicycle tyres before I go to work. Laters.