deathpixie | Dream a little dream...

So, I'm thinking the King of Dreams is having some fun with me.

Last week, Thursday night, I think, I dreamt I was watching the news on TV with my parents. There was an anti-war protest, and protesters were hanging an enormous banner over a building. All of a sudden I get really excited as I recognise Redhawk as one of the protestors, abseilling down the side of the building. "That's one of my writing group!" I remember exclaiming.

Sunday morning I have one of those "dreams of eternal waking" - you know, when you dream you've woken up, only to find that you haven't really? This happened about six times, with various weirdnesses.

Monday morning: I dream that BRM has somehow gotten inside my flat and is waking me up by lying on the bed next to me and stroking my face. Only for some reason I can't open my eyes, so I identify him by touch.

And this morning: Yasmin and I are searching an Army barracks for Bounce, who was at a party with us the night before and has disappeared. I'm knocking on doors and asking bemused Army recruits if they've seen her, worried sick about what her parents are going to say when they find out. One of them engages me in conversation, but we're interrupted by the reappearance of Bounce, with Yasmin, needing me to urgently speak to someone on the phone. I arrange to see the guy again - his name was Simon, btw - and follow them outside to a wooden bench where there's a phone set up. I speak to this older man, who has Bounce terrified for some reason, and can't for the life of me figure out what his connection with her is - he's not family, or from her school, or anything like that. I get all work-like at him and tell him that his interest in Bounce and her doings is disturbing and that we'll be following it up legally. The dream was so vivid that while I was in the shower, I was thinking maybe an intervention order would be the way to go...

No, no drugs. Chronic fatigue - I slept through my alarm again yesterday and didn't wake until 1pm-ish and dragged myself around the flat like a dead thing for the rest of the day. A sign I haven't been taking care of myself properly. Still, it's a well-taken hint - I'm making sure I get plenty of food and sleep this week.