Dream Machine

I’ve been day dreaming about writing in my journal, whilst sitting in the bath tub and drinking a coffee.

It donned in me yesterday that this could be done so simply, by putting a board across the tub sides. Why didn’t I do this sooner?



It made me think about how I often have these ideas, or dreams, but I don’t do anything about them because I am missing certain parts ( A fancy bathtub table thing that someone somewhere made..?? ) ┬áSometimes I miss stuff I’ve asked for because it doesn’t look the way it looked in my mind.

Now I can sit happily in a hot bath, and write to my hearts content. Dream Machine.