Had a dream I went to Don Hertzfeldt’s house for a screening of his new film. I wanted to meet him but he wasn’t there. There was a strange family there, with a grandma with zombie eyes, and a horse sleeping on the floor. I left and walked down the street where strange people with very large hands walked by.
Got into a sword fight with a headless man who was out for a run.
Lunch with Tom Warburton today.