Last night, I had a dream so vivid, I remembered how it's like to live again.I spent the day scribbling details,page after page -notes that may turn to a story, that may turn to a novel.I feel I am a silent observer taking no part in this act of creation. This night,I shall pray for nightmares and under their spell I may venture again to the streets of London.I have found my centrum mundi where it was least expected.My little corner of the world has again proven to offer only the promise on inspiration and deliver no goods. Who knows,maybe Baba Yaga is waiting at the Charring Cross...of this I shall soon find out.