Igor Clark

Last night, I dreamt that Google had superimposed a false world on top of the real one, using a mixture of some sort of gas and a strange strain of idea-glue. They'd started on this project during the '80s and things had just got gradually more and more caught up in it since then, which was why the music was so bad. However, their insidious plan had started to unravel, as some people had started to notice; when I clocked what was going on, I thought that I and the others who knew would have to do something about it. This we did; our efforts seemed to consist mainly of going out and telling the rest of the people what was going on. There were some quite good special effects, including some explosions caused by the Google crew to stop me and my companions from spreading the truth, and then some interesting reality-melting sequences when we overcame their machinations and started to peel back the G-world, with all its speedboats and palm trees, revealing the real world underneath it - which was exactly the same, but not full of sublimated gas and rotten music, and therefore better. Less glue flying around too. It was a pretty fine dream.