"THE FINAL CURSE UPON THE LAND. TO END FOREVER THE SLEEP OF MAN." Somehow my imagination has been overflowing like crazy and been resulting in night time emissions rather like a build up of semen. Last night I had not so much a dream or nightmare but rather a full technicolour installment from one of those late seventies British anthology horror movies. It even had a young Michael Caine in it. The plot's a little hazy now but had something to do with a guy (played by Caine) who by some freak medical occurence had lost the ability to cry. He arranges to have the tear ducts of a hapless victim removed and reinstalled in his own face. Not being able to cry coupled with the horrific scarring of the operation sends the victim insane (I think he may have been played by Ian Ogilvy) and he sets off on a eye gouging rampage around the London underground. The whole thing ended with Caine and Ogilvy fighting over a vial of tears on Teddington train station. Ogilvy gets messily crushed beneath a train but not before he rams the broken vial into Caine's eyesockets. As the ploice arrive (and I swear the inspector was played by Arthur Lowe) they find Michael Caine crawling around in his own blood King Lear style. Excellent. I am a little unnerved by the fact that the last thing I read before falling asleep was Neil Gaiman's Sandman which I just started re-reading. Mike is blogging to: Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys