"To sleep: perchance to dream:
ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death
what dreams may come
what dreams may come
When we have shuffled
off this mortal coil,"
off this mortal coil,"
extract from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
First decent sleep in a week and I wake from a strange surf-work mangle of a dream where one of the bosses insists playing "Confusion will be my Epitaph" by British prog rockers King Crimson (Robert Fripp edition) during a work meeting and then joins us for a road trip to the surf.
Well I will be doing the road trip to the Noosa Festival tomorrow but taking no work with me. Back in a week or a few days depending on the swell and my ability to snare a few more dreams.
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