I go back to amend the affair dream and wake up with a cracking headache at 06.20. I watch the wife following the nanny around with her friend, the local kids shouting at her and the husband going for a ‘run’ whilst she walks in the park.
It’s not her fault. The teenager gets a tattoo (of a shower head) on her neck, the boy is autistic and the mother an alcoholic. The husband knows he shouldn’t be doing it but he does anyway.
I’m too tired to write it all out but she stands up for herself and works out a riddle. That’s what some dreams are, aren’t they? You figuring out stuff. That’s what the neuroscience says … I’m so tired. Even science cannot explain why I feel so traumatised every morning and am experiencing such horrible nights