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…

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…

My Marsh Mallo Test

Tests have to be fair. I personally neither care for marshmallows or pretzels, so if I were a child in this psychological test, I would’ve aced it. I wouldn’t eat the first marshmallow, I would wait. I did however want to have sex with Marsh Mallo on Friday but I thought it better to wait…

The dream where SK is mean to me

Before writing up these dreams I tend not to analyse them or overthink them as in doing so, I lose detail and make embellishments. On Monday I woke up tired and bothered by the events of my dreams. They felt so real. One had great highs and happy moments, the other was full of anxiety…

If you wait you will be rewarded

In the early hours of the morning I was promised a phone call by Marsh Mallo (some random bedroom DJ not the famous one). I tell him great things could happen if he calls me tomorrow. We laugh, yes, yes I will call he says. It’s now 22:33 and there won’t be a call. I…

The dream with the rugger bugger thigh

There was a man in my bed last night, I’m convinced of it. I had climbed to the top of a mountain, there was a train station up there. One of those crazy train lines that travel above an arched viaduct. Everything was lush and green. Perhaps it were New Zealand or county Kerry, or…

22.11 at 22:11

From my bedside I think about hugs and kisses and sexy squeezes. I am feeling reflective and missing human contact. If I am to believe in the phenomena of the numbers I need to believe that someday soon I won’t be alone. My weekdays are no different to weekends. There is nowhere to go and…

The dream that breaks my heart

It’s 03:03, it really is. I’ve been up since 02:21 and I felt this heaviness as it turned 02:22. ‘All the two.’s’ I said to myself and walked down the stairs. Lana Del Rey started singing and I remembered. ‘Happy Birthday Darling’ I whispered out to Uranus shining brightly at me from the small window.…

Fortitude

It’s my birthday weekend and although premature I’ll go ahead and say that this is going to be the worst birthday I’ve ever had. Hot embarrassing tears instantly appear but I’m not sad, I’m not upset just a little disappointed. These are the last days of my thirty-eighth year and I know the uphill struggle…