Deadhead Disco
Last night I dreamt I was cycling somewhere at dusk, I had one of those white bicycles that are left as memorials or markers at the site of cyclist fatalities. On the road was a long almost naked man, a red head man- stretched out half on the road hanging of the pavement- he was dead. He looked a lot like the dead man I saw once, who I had seen moments before swerving onto the onramp- whose car was out of control. He also looked a lot like the notorious Cape Townian con-man Kevin Hennings , the guy with the problematic moniker 'Ginger Junkie' who pretends to be a stranded North American crime victim. Anyway I freaked out and then called for help, rang 999 who didn't answer because yeah it was my dream. I then noticed my bicycle was gone and so I began to freak out. I then got into a Traveller type caravan and it was filled with Afrikaans speaking, rough sleeping types. They said they would help me, then I noticed my phone was missing. And as usual my dreams spiral into anx