Tuesday, March 07, 2006  please don't analyse this dream  I was
an up-and-coming comedian in an outback hotel in the 1970s -
white plaster walls with yellow sunlight, all the men in yakka
clothes, from the outside it probably looked Russell Drysdale-
ish. I wanted to make a good impression with my wry ocker
humour, but I had very thin hair and had been bitten by
something on my scalp very visibly from the front. I had been
writing with red ink and the ink had got on my fingers and made
a small repetitive mark on my scalp when I gingerly rubbed my
bite. If I had been able to find a sink to wash it off, I could
have and no-one would have known.  Sources of dream elements:
1. Seeing Oz the Rock and Roll Road Movie again just over a week
ago the part where Dorothy goes to the fashion boutique run by
the Fairy, I thought 'that looks like a pub in a Russell
Drysdale painting 2. A few days ago reading Jon Stratton's Race
Days he discusses the Barry McKenzie films 3. I was writing with
a red pen just before I went to