22/06/2012
I had two dream fragments last night. The first was Olympics related, and probably linked to chatting with my boss yesterday. I went to where they were handing out the games makers uniforms and asked if they still needed staff, but naturally they didn’t (I’t s /well/ past the deadline for all of that). The person I was talking to also (not sure why)mentioned that they were using over 15s for drivers and then I left. I downloaded a first aid app on my iphone and walked off. The place was a warehouse with a concrete fronting/driveway/parking area.
The other dream was slightly odd. There were towers, and one of them explodes. Out of the explosion a dirigible of dodgy construction (similar to the one in the Mummy 2) it rises up and up into the cold upper atmosphere. The occupants were a crazy old guy, a young boy, and a scraggly old captain (complete with grizzled beard and eye patch). The old guy asks the captain if it’s safe to go down, but is told that to go down too fast would be fatal. He says it’ll take about 200 miles to get down. This has all the flavour of Steampunky goodness. I /really/ need to think up a story to go with this.