Woke up last night at about five, and quickly wrote this:

“Dreamt about there being a serial killer who, rather than being put away, was transmogrified into a small, thin, imp-like creature that may have been immaterial. He lived in a small house in the back garden. He was free to come and go, and would be seen leaving to urinate in the bushes every so often. I would watch him go, knowing who he was.

“Then the dream morphed somehow. Now, he was kept in a complex in a sort of valley. He was allowed out and would sometimes come up to the edge of the valley. There was a river or canal running along the top. He was now a crocodile, inexplicably, a bit like crocoduck. He would look down into the valley, and this was seen as very suspicious, as though he was trying to figure a way out. There was some sort of a boat on the canal which he got into (as a crocodile) and moved down the canal a little. The boat was like a disused car or something though, because it had a tyre in the water which he moved to propel himself.”

After waking I had an utterly bizarre but really strong feeling of fear and paranoia. I also felt very suggestible and credulous, as though if someone had suggested that I’d been visited by aliens I would have found it believable. It was as though some important part of my brain hadn’t woken up along with the rest of it. Very strange.