Ugh. I’ve started having really bad dreams again. But they’re not just bad, they’re vivid too. They’ve been realistic to the point where on waking I find myself remembering the dream physically and emotionally as though it really happened.
I had three of these dreams so far.
The first one yesterday was sort of back to front, I was on holiday in another country with my family, and then later it was like we were going on holiday. We were driving down to Fleetsbridge on the dual carriage way and at some point the boot opened up and all our stuff was falling out. I told dad, who was driving, to stop but he didn’t so I got out the car anyway and they drove off with out me, and I was filled with the feeling they hated me.
The second dream was I was at Foxlease or some other big guide camping place, and I had a team of girls I was leading through a man-hunt game [we were the hunted] and we came across some guiders I knew, so we persuaded one of them to let us ‘in’ their site for a while for refreshments and in doing so we distracted the guider into forgetting to lock the door of something so they had a piece of very expensive equipment stolen. Evey one blamed the guider who let us in, even though it was my fault. So I tried to admit that, but I just couldn’t and when I woke up I felt like such a horrible person because I didn’t own up.
and Uh, I’ve forgotten most of the third, but it was something involving gods and soap and heat and me being possesed and hurting Andy…
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