The dream with the citrine quartz

I am dreaming something miserable. I am walking alone, bereft, depressed in a grey world. I board a bus, it is going towards London. I see a snowflake from the window and as the bus turns a corner, glassy bright Christmas market lights. It is late but I alight and head to Fenwicks before it…

The dream with the affair before dinner

It’s 04:24, I’m blogging each time I wake to tell you my tiresome dreams. Here’s tonight’s second instalment: I’m a nanny. I’m looking after a teenage girl and a little boy. The Dad likes me. I’m not sure if we’ve started or well into an affair but we brush past each other and make weird…

The dreams with the horrible pie-making contest

Warning: Contains horrible nightmarish scenes and lots of confused ramblings Every night for weeks it’s been bad dream after bad dream and when I say bad dream, I mean dreams, plural. My broken sleep pattern still enables me to have multiple dreams each night. They are the absolute WORST dreams I have experienced in years.…

Lots of frustrating dreams

I became instantly depressed after an emergency biopsy on Thursday, my fourth one in almost ten years. I feel lost, alone, unheard, pathetic, disregarded; broken. Bed-bound I sleep and sleep and sleep. Morpheus visits me. I cannot make sense of the drug-addled riddles until this morning . I dream I am travelling by boat, no,…

The dream with the creative performance

I wake up convinced that my dream has a message for me contained within it. As I attempt to recall the fragmented pieces I check my mood as I had severely broken sleep last night, awakening several times. Between being cold and checking the clock my frustrations are apparent as I dream of a homeless…

The dream about the film director

Michelangelo and I are part of an investigative legal team (he’s the Archie Punjab to my Good Wife) We are to represent a high profile film director in a huge case. We work well together, all goes smoothly and we both know our client is innocent. We are placed in a fancy five star hotel…

The dream about travelling

I have several happy dreams. I dream Michelangelo and I head out across Europe in a VW camper van. It is amazing. The weather is nice, food interesting and delicious, and the company awesome. I sing to old songs on the radio, kitchenware rattles around in the back as we hit bumps. I fold and…

Lots of dreams about death

Over the last few weeks, during a period of intense happiness, I dream that SK’s Father and my first boyfriend die. I dream I am kidnapped twice, trapped in buildings, and I also dream that I kiss a boy I once sat next to in school, who repulsed me as he had terrible halitosis. Disturbing…

Bat in the Attic

On Monday I moved into the cottage. The timing could not have been better as simultaneously the Prime Minister announced the third national lockdown, however, Michelangelo and I had decided to become each other’s support bubble after our Christmas plans were cancelled due to the new strain of Corona virus (Covid 20?) My confidence has…

The dream without my Grandmother

Three years ago Cherry and Nibzie took the boys to Florida to visit my Parents. On Christmas eve, I woke up in their bed, in the empty house, all alone and let out a disturbing guttural cry. I woke up this morning and could not remember my dreams. I smile to myself because it does…