Back to funny old pop star dreams I'm afraid, No B&S dreams yet but last night I actually dreamt about THE KING! yeah! Well, I was in Elvis's house , it was really old fashioned with bus seat sofas and orange curtains like your grannies house and elvis was sitting there in a chair looking really ill, he was in his sparkly white suit with the big silver belt, and about to go to the big burger in the sky. He didn't look fat at all though, apart from the fact he was going to die, he looked alright. There was a doctor there who took me aside and said " personally I wouldn't give him more than thirty minutes, and it'll be a miracle if he makes it 'til morning, so you'd better hurry up and get his grave ready" Then as if by magic I was in a churchyard with a spade in my hand digging Elvis's grave , and I put up a nice tombstone and everything, but I can't remember what it said on it. The next thing I knew it was his funeral, and he was lying in the grave, no coffin or anyhthing, just there in his white suit with bits of earth falling on top of him, with people throwing red roses into the hole. I wished I had some red roses too, but all I had were some tacky plastic flowers, the sort you get in a greasy caff, so I just chucked those in on top of him. I think thats where it ended, or merged into something else. susannah@tormentor.clara.net ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------