As usual I dreamt of apocalypse, is this usual I wonder, for any human, in any age? I suppose it must be. The place was quiet though there were many friends around. All the experts all agreed, (I don't know in hindsight whether a load of DIY Southlondon tinkers, even if they were inventors of sort could be qualified as experts) I asked them one by one. Consensus:no hope, we are totally fucked. So we were just sat around waiting for the time bomb, waiting for the stars to go out one by one, (oh god no! parallels with Dr Who) Anyway as in most dreams, the realism made it immeasurably dark. That petrifying feeling, waiting for the world to dissappear. On waking ofcoarse there was relief, a little. Of all the bad things are almost certainly about to happen, at least this was not one of them