Searching for sand paper.

That moment when you've been researching how to cut glass bottles,

and have consumed plenty of Harveys Bristol Cream sherry,

so that you have a nice blue bottle for cutting,

and realise that the rough and fine sand paper you have kept

- in your collection of potentially useful things that never actually see the light of day

(except when you add another potentially useful thing) -

may actually have a use now,

and are searching for it in every place you can remember it being

- while tipsy,

since you've decided you're going to do a trial cut on a spare Desperados bottle

that you just happen to have kicking about although you finished it a long time ago,

- but you are still probably too tipsy to be attempting such things,

when really it would probably be easier to just buy one off the Internet.

But where's the fun in that?

Torchlight Rainbows

The Dream

Last night or this morning, I dreamt that someone had shown me a nifty way to use a screen with a camera connected filming a piece of card with colours painted on it in the colours of the spectrum used to reflect light from a torch straight at the camera would cause a beautiful rainbow light to appear on the screen, as if the coloured card and camera combo would work like some kind of prism refracting white light from the torch. Then I practised getting it to work. I think I showed it to my sister Yvette too.

I think earlier on in the dream there was something dangerous going on involving someone killing people or people just being killed by something, but I don't know the details or what that was all about.

The Reality

Your guess is as good as mine.

Previously

I didn't post this before because it was really short and I wasn't sure of the point, but I may as well. This was probably over 4 nights ago.

The Dream

I praised a girl named Zoe Vaughn for her math skills.
Then I accidently nearly made Dave Ware cry.

The Reality

As above, your guess is as good as mine.