There was a man called Veno who dreamt strange dreams. He often wrote them down but many times forgot them before he had the chance. His dreams were deep, dark, powerful and quickly disappeared. His most recent dream was one such example. Upon waking he knew he should, must, write it down but he didn’t he rolled over and went back to sleep. Six hours later he was fully rested and had no recollection of the dream. So he made things up. This was his payback for the dream vanishing. He wrote of flying ice cream cones, purple mopeds and whining dogs. And other things besides. There was a flying armoured car carrying monopoly money. Its crew were high on laughing gas. Following it was a landscape, upside down, where everything went backwards. Except the church meetings. They were full of noise, pomp and lies from a fake God. Then bizarrely after that, the man dreamt of himself married again and having a dozen kids. The problem was, each child was green in colour!