The world has stayed good so far (22/Aug). I realised yesterday that my great unexplained mind-offloading (my surfacing from beneath turbulent waters) was 18th August - my wedding anniversay & Symone's birthday (I'm divorced from Symone).

I had a dream last night with some dark haired English-looking woman from maybe 1920's. Around 30 years old. She floated about (to cut a long story) and wasn't too nice. Deliberately spooking me as a ghost in a floating white armchair. One of the few dreams I remember being in black and white.

By some means (in the 1930's now) I amassed a theatre-full of people at night, played music into their heads by a thought of my own mind-invention - all music at once... (I remember it was my rework of "Einstein's 8" [what?] in the manner of the darkest Beethoven). Everyone gasped and swooned at its unusual splendour.

[I'd been reading about Nikola Tesla (forget Farraday) before I fell asleep.]

It was all of 30 seconds long, then in the air her image appeared, static, a head and shoulder portrait snapshot, for all to see, impossibly in mid air, a 6 foot tall photograph, glowing. And I remembered she'd drifted away through a wall some hours earlier, no one but me to see, just me and her there in my softly furnished 1930's artist's basement. She'd left with the gentle words, "goodbye peter," spoken into my heart. All that was left of her, my mind music summoning her, was this snapshot of a stranger above the befuddled audience.

Now I see her. I'm disappointed.

I wake up.

did I expect an angel?

was she my previous muse?

I wonder if I was infected all this time? We shall see. I'm doing great stuff for a Daniel Iorio track at the mo... I feel free - ignoring complications. Simple is best. I don't feel the world pressing on me.

I feel like my anonymous muse is quietly back with me. She's not strong but she IS my creativity (and most likely my creation). And I welcome her back with all the love in my soul.

(Now I sound mental the OTHER way haha.)

this will be removed soon or put somewhere else. To sum up, I don't know what the fuck's happened.

(for the few of you that have it, listen to the ink1 track "switch". It may not have been me, just my muse, or did it happen to me? An understanding of life never gets any easier, eh?