Midnight last night we were awoken by the crying of a rather unhappy baby. I'd been asleep for about an hour and trying to find the necessary awakeness to deal with the situation was a challenge. As C and I stumbled through the process of settling Isaac, giving him some Pamol for his teeth and putting a bottle into him, I realised that I was somewhere between being awake, and being dreaming but not asleep. Every time I closed my eyes I was back in that odd experiential place where the dream was the most real thing in my perception.
And that was when it all became clear: Canaries and corn are the same colour because they're made of each other, tomatoes grow best on red bricks, and just about everything in the world is actually built of lego. Amazing how the mysteries of the world become clear in the middle of the night when you're dreaming but not asleep.