Another bizarre dream from the gallery.

Turtles in space. For some reason I'm in space,
with a crowd of people in what looks like a
laboratory in a hangar with lab equipment around
the place. We are discussing experiments on the
effects of weightlessnes and I suggest releasing a
turtle: it has a shell and can resist bumps, but
has flippers and is used to water, so it might do
well in weightlessness.

The turtle is released over the heads of the crowds.
For the first few seconds, the poor thing is very
confused, stunned even. He just rolls gently around
without moving and then he starts to flap his flippers
against the air and move forward. That gives him the
idea quickly and he starts to go towards the ceiling,
moving in the air as if he were in water at sea. There
is cheering and applause as he flies over someone's
head, making for the roof.

Suddenly it all starts to go wrong. A look of panic
appears on the reptile's face - as far as turtles are
able to convey a look of panic. He starts to swell and
expand, inflating until he is the size of a small
ballon. It's obvious what is about to happen. People
start frantically trying to move away. I shelter
behind a pillar. There is a huge *bang* and turtle
paste coats the walls, equipment and people all
around. People scream.

They have a good reason to scream, because a fragment
of turtle shell has shattered a hole in the wall and
the air is escaping. I can hear the fatal whistling
that all astronauts dread. The air whips past my face,
and the whole area is full of whirling papers and pens
and panicking people. The air pressure is trapping me
against the pillar and I'm having difficulty
breathing. Before my eyes, the view is starting to
turn red, and I am about to suffer the same fate as
the turtle. Explosive decompression. Serves me right.
Animal experiments do not pay.

The Engineer Discovers Men

In the Railwai Cafe she experienced a twin revelation: the predicate calculus and male sexuality. Could the two be entwined? Was there any rule set to express the states of their hearts and the convoluted logic of their relationships?:

She daydreamed of it over a slowly cooling cappucino. She visualised a single crisp white page with large margins and a neat, regularly laid - out, but arcane symbols printed upon it. At first it would appear to be no more than an obscure artistic composition, but under his guidance if would be changed, each softly spoken suggestion of his revealing more of the hidden symbolic meanings, until at last she saw it all, whole and entire and laid out with the blindingly revelatory light of pure logic.

Then again, where did logic and sexuality connect at all? Time for another cigarette, she thought.