Snatched from the wreckage of dream...

[avevale_intelligencer]

"Why do you call me the fat one?" (this was me; the answer "well, duh" springs to mind)

"By David Viggershklein!" (hissed by a pituitary dwarf who was lying in a shallow hole in the ground at the time)

The dream itself was something to do with a tree that something had to be done with, but that's all I remember. It's possible, of course, that I was hearing the Countess's radio from next door, and that "Why Do You Call Me The Fat One?" by David Viggershklein is what they were doing on BBC7 before Hinge and Bracket came on....but if it was they aren't admitting it.

Comments

[keristor.livejournal.com]

So just for fun I looked up his name on Google, and got the very unusual for Google (in my experience) response "Your search - David Viggershklein - did not match any documents." Usually Google manages to make at least a guess at similar words (which can be annoying). No doubt if I try again in a few hours it will find one document, your post...

[aunty_marion]

That's exactly what happens...

[shannachie.livejournal.com]

Weird, but I think I can top it:
last night I dreamt I woke up in my friend'S guestroom coverd in thick shiny wriggling white maggots.
When I was trying to get away I fell into the septic tank below the house, where the content was chin-high. There was no exit except for guiding the river through my livingroom.

When shit happens, shit happens.