I woke up in a diving bell with June fast asleep in a scallop shell. She then dressed in a racing car and went slowly to town. I waved goodbye using the gantry from a Gemini rocket launcher and then burrowed upstairs to write my name on what seemed like a continuous strand of white card that was rapidly moving in front of my multiple eyes. June came home as a steam train in the age of diesels and we examined the contents of her bag as if trying to ascertain the cause of death - I suspected foul play but she assured me it was natural causes. After a short spell of throwing bits of our lunch between us I returned to my upstairs writing and she to her downstairs thoughts - these were interrupted briefly however when the dog got up and changed the television channel.