Sentience in a seed-pod

For some reason I spent my feverish sleep last night dreaming exclusively of naked girls, parties and blankets. Dusty pink fluffy blankets. Perhaps being plague-ridden makes me horny. Or perhaps it's the American election, being covered in excruciating detail on the BBC. The naked girls and their free love hippy theme certainly gels better with the easy-going Kerry nature than the hardline Bush no-fun-not-involving-guns philosophy. Then again, Cheney's daughter is a lesbian, but that doesn't count, because she wouldn't have wanted to be in a dream with me.