Been having nightmares, like some idiot publishing a knock-off Laurus and stealing all the dumb girly poems I write in here and printing them in it, and me being extremely upset over this in the dream.

Last night though, dreamed of an outdoor concert with thousands of screaming bodies, emerging from secret rooms five stories underground full of childhood relics to join the fringe of the crowd, then dive onto their platform of hands and be rushed along as if on a river, squealing with delight and surfing across hands and hands and smiling faces below.

"Look at the stars!  Look up at the stars!" I said, and they started falling, sparkling trails and zigzags of diamond flotsam and everyone's faces up, screaming, smiling, the music.