I'm not fond of dream recountings, but I thought I should let people know:

I dreamt that I was at a party that lots of other LJ-ers were either at, or supposed to be going to. Most of the characters were odd blurrings between different people (unsurprising, as I haven't met many of you) … the party was in a community centre with strip lighting. Very small bar. It was either or 's birthday. saw me drinking with and and looked horrified. “He doesn't know you're here, does he?” I asked who she meant, but she wouldn't tell me. She seemed quite cross. and were sat in the corner on orange plastic seating, chatting animatedly.

But the most alarming thing of all was meeting . He was pouring himself a pint, from behind the bar, saw me, and came over to say hello. He was about 45, very overweight, tanned, sweating slightly, very friendly. Firm handshake. He wore a cravat. “I'm not really called Barry,” he said, “I'm called Mr Sands.” And then I woke up.

Alex, I'm sorry about this.

This dream tells me that I'm spending a little too long on this site. Writing this entry has not helped, obviously. I'll probably have nightmares tomorrow that and have merged into an enormous-haired, four-legged creature, for instance.