Freudian slip

Dreams are supposedly wish fulfillment. Well, OK then, that explains why I dreamt the other night that Pavement had reformed and were playing to an audience of one - namely, moi. However, it doesn't explain why I dreamt that I had discovered a liking for Belle & Sebastian. After all, I've got no desire to hang around making daisy chains with the sort of hairslide-wearing wendy-house-dwelling schmindie wet blankets who get all drippy at the mere mention of Stuart Murdoch's name - well, not unless that particular desire is lurking VERY deep in my subconscious, at least.