WHY DO I KEEP having bizarre dreams? I'm not sure I'm even ready to describe this to you. I woke up at 1:30pm. It is 2:10 now. But will I ever be able to explain the inexplicable. Let me describe the elements. You, dear Reader, I'm afraid will have to put 'em 2getha urself.
Okay: so we have. Me winging through Marrakech-style souk of covered outdoor markets into someone's bedroom behind a stall. Yeah, it was most like an on-&-on-&-ongoing indoor market. I remember going in them as a kid and the "bracing" smell of the fish-stall etc. And me being 4 yrs old putting me hand out to these dogs towering over me. (I actually do remember this. My mum dragged me away.) Okay so I wing into this bedroom and steal a book. Run out with it. Don't know if theft is detected but I regret it and sincerely WANT to give back but cannot: don't know where.
The other dream-bits = Marilyn Monroe (nothing 2do with my friend) acting well in her misery. And a house. And my brother. And someone has removed a central girder of this house and the other girder is kind of swinging round anti-clockwise in this indescrippable way yes I know that's not in the dictionary but bear with me. And something else is up. I'm always being blamed for things I never did (in nightmares). What does this mean. We are on a countdown: the house is falling down. And nobody here is qualified to put it right. Then I WAKE UP.
And feel very tearful.
Look not like I'm weeping buckets but I'm v well you know when you FEEL LIKE crying. Like that...
The one disturbance I had 2day was the fone ringing. I ansa:= "da man"= so friendly= do I want NEthing. He speak so much like my friend.
But in the sober lite of day. HE IS AN EVIL HEROIN DEALER OUT TO DESTROY ME and PROFIT from my DESTRUCTION. N'est pas?
C'mon surely there's some dream interpreters out there...
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