or perhaps to put it properly a NIGHTMARE. It was the most bizarre, fucked up, macabre dream I've ever had, I'm seriously shook. In the dream my father was dead and I was trying to force him in to a holdall and I remember feeling overcome with grief. I was shaking when I woke up, it took a while for me to realise it was a dream.
I started writing this blog the other day but had it on the backburner because I wasn't sure how to write it properly when I had another nightmare.
An old friend who I hadn't seen in about three years died. I don't know how or why she died but I was very distressed, some people (some knew her, some didn't) were in a car with me and we got out and spoke across the top of the car about her. It was also very cold and quiet outside even though we were in the middle of the city. I put my head on the car because I didn't want anyone to see me cry.
I don't know what to make of them and I can't think of anything else since.
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