28/02/2011 

Last night’s dream was just plain bizarre.  It basically picked bits from my memory of things I had watched/read/done in the past week and mashed them together.  There were people playing the magic game, which some how could create a  Lazarus spell for Doctor Who to be cast on the ides of something.  It must have shifted at some point because the next thing I know some dude called Aster’s son has lost his father’s will.   In his stables was a horse who gives birth but the owner (aster) dies and so the horse has to go. It’s a difficult birth too.  I then slipped into part of the book I am reading where the girl’s been cryogenically frozen and wakes on the generation ship before it reaches it’s destination.