The last episode in Season 1, a dream of escape from an encroaching army.

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

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A combination of a chicken and a cat reveals the inside of its head, whilst women in an office talk behind a screen...

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

An annoying yummy mummy, a failed book launch and a deserted bus shelter.   

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

A trip floating above a motorway pile-up to the packed streets of Soho.

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

A disturbing trip leading to an abandoned tent.

A journey to a cave floating in the air above Lake Como. 

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

A dream in which I’m in a Star Wars cantina with lighting the colour of dried blood, without any equipment, being interviewed for a podcast. 

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

A journey to check in on my friend's house in the middle of her house move.  

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

A hair-raising high speed journey in a self-driving raspberry faux-leather-upholstered limo ending up in the park by way of a grimy Leeds coach station…  

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

How can a fence hold back a towering wall of water? 

An Author’s Dreams are all transcribed as soon as I wake up, as accurately as possible, with one golden rule. The waking me is not allowed to embellish any details. It’s all dreams. It’s all real.

And in my waking life I really do have an Etsy shop, Zom Studio where you can buy my resin jewellery :)