Invisible Illness #2

It is 04.30 and I woke up in pain. My horrible dream leaves me as I forget it instantly which is perfectly ok with me. They are mostly horrible dreams these days now anyway. It got so bad last month that I began crying every night before bed. Imagine! Me, the daughter of Somnus and…

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 in the horrible lost city

I hate this place. Over the years I’ve been brought here several times and it’s eerie silence scares me. On reflection it’s simply a derelict city full of giant buildings and marble carved statues. Once I walked along a white marble road. I was high up and could only see the skyline; sand to the…

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 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…