Dreaming of Lemmy

Weird. I dreamed the setup for Motorhead was crap, in some catholic church hall, with heaps of support bands. Lemmy and I knew each other from when we’d played together somewhere. Me and Lemmy went to a shop, and Lemmy was stealing all this stuff.

At work this morning I had one of those little moments where I seemed to be able to see ‘behind’ the universe, to this sense of unending joy, bliss, unconditional love. A sunny day and beautiful music helped.

listening to: - Ypey : Get Back to Serenity [Beach Mix]