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Godawful nightmares. One last night where I was being given art instruction by a dictatorial and bewildering Lucille Ball. She was also seriously Mobbed up, which meant that you didn't dare cross her. And all the extras had really shoddily made-up stump arms - y'know, the kind that are so bad that they extend almost to knee length, and you can clearly see the lumps of their hands underneath.

Another where I was swimming underwater and found I was barred from reaching the surface by an endless tangle of body parts and seaweed. Occasionally a bloated hand would drop off and sink, and I had to keep out of its way because, well, dead hand. Gross. Thanks, World Trade Center. Thank you so bloody much.

jules and rebecca

For Susan, as usual.