Last night I dreamt I hung out with Nick Cave. It was fun, but I woke up before I had a chance to ask him how intent he was on all the religious stuff.
I also dreamt that websites were actually big sheets of calico, with the content painted or screen-printed on, then hung on the wall. If you wanted to change pages you had to unhook the top sheet and fold it down, like a gigantic wall calendar. It was awkward if someone came in while you were browsing a page you shouldn’t, because you had to try and nonchalantly change over a huge sheet of calico.