The closest I get to remembering my dreams are the ideas that occur during the thin veil between sleep and awake, where your mind wanders unimpeded and undirected. This is a collection of those ideas. Some will be funny. Some won't make sense. There will be some stuff on Belgian Surrealist René Magritte and a song full of penis synonyms about the Icelandic Phallological Society. Rob Kemp is the multiple award-winning, Edinburgh Fringe Best Newcomer-nominated creator of The Elvis Dead. This is not that. This is a new thing.