You're a ball of light and I wake up screaming

DNFMOMD were great. Having pre-ordered my ticket, I now own a hand-screened T-shirt (which I am wearing as I type) and the limited-edition CD of Questions Are a Burdens to Others (which I recommend as enthusiastically as last year's The New Number 2); I have also a hardcover of Christopher Fry's A Sleep of Prisoners (1951), but that's because I found it at Rodney's while waiting for the first band to go on. They performed nearly their entire catalogue so far, more or less in order of airdate. Their special guest was an immense white balloon, clearly a descendant of Rover, which bellied ominously at the back of the stage until it popped rather suddenly between the last two songs, leaving a drift of latex dust in the spotlights. They did not play my favorite song off the new EP, but that's what future shows are for? I'll forgive a lot from a band that signs off with "Be seeing you."

Due to rising pain levels, I did not stay for Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys, but enough people in the audience (with or without bunny ears) told me I should that I might have to check them out. Recommendations?

And last night I dreamed of beginning to make love with someone who in waking life is off-limits; then I fell back asleep and dreamed of someone else I know, who was telling me their real name was not the one they went by. Seriously, these are some of the most boring dreams I can remember in years. Can we get back to the sunken cities and shape-changers already? I'm starting to worry.