In article <2g2u0dF3u75jU1@uni-berlin.de>,
jh007c3183NOSPAM@blueyonder.co.uk says...
(snip)
> I endeavour to dream of fit young girlies with tight bodies as often as possible,
> unfortunately I don't seem to have any control over what I dream and 99% of the time
> I dream about being pursued by people who wish me harm.  What's that all about?

You were wise to ask me, young Horowitz, I am the reknowned authority on
dreams, you may have even read my book `Dreaming: Saturated Blankets"

Sit, sit. Sedative? That's it, make yourself comfortable.

That picture on my wall? A shocker, no? Flesh and metal make alien
bedfellows, wouldn't you agree? He is one of my more troubled patients.
You should have seen his eyes light up when I proscribed EST.

Did I dim the lights? No..that will be the sedative, just
relax..relax..relax.

Joe?

*snap*

Joe?

*snap* *snap*

Horowitz?

`wass....wasat?'

Tell me about your dreams, Joe

`chased...always..chased..nasty people'

What have you done to anger the nasty people, Joe?

`noth..nothing...girls..looking at the girls'

Girls? How many girls, Joe?

`lots..everywhere..laughing...skipping'

Skipping?

`skipping..jumping..flashes..of.white..'

Is there a fence in front of you, Joe?

`fence..jumping..white..laughing..uh oh'

What? What is it, Joe? Is it the nasty people?

`nasty..people..nasty..people..run Joe run'

Are you running Joe?

`not...yet..must...trousers...'

*snap*

Welcome back, Joe

`What's with the camera, Doc?'

Mind if I take a picture for my wall, Joe?

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(19) Cypher