Dream

I WOKE UP at about quarter to one in the afternoon having just dreamt about "Nutnut" my "ex". I wish I had not taken to calling her Nutnut here. That was a name somebody else came up with. Because shorthand seemed to suit the needs of a blog it kind of stuck here. I dreamed of her and woke up missing her and feeling forlorn. Also I dreamed of a young kid breaking into an old lady's home. I could see him crawling in through the curtained window clear as I see this screen now. He got injured and was lying there. The lady called the police. He was about to attack and kill her. Somehow this and Nutnut got mixed up in a dreamlike way. Now I just feel tired, exhausted and more confused for having tried to unravel the unravellable.

Well it's a hot Sunday. The world is kind of swimming past. On days like this, all we need is a beach to run parallel with the high road and this place would be perfect. I've to go up the road later. Mother Hubbs is cooking. Also I have two friends who got clean after thirty years or more of using. They are a he and a she. I suppose I ought to have mentioned them before ... He went onto buprenorphine "Subutex" and came off that way. She just came out of a ten-week hospital detox. For him I have few worries, though he has just been diagnosed with cancer he gives the impression it's one of those livable-with ones. I'm not so sure. As for her: she lived between one person visiting her tiny flat and the next showing up. Drugs came in with the people. I don't see how she is going to live now. I'd always thought she was strong, but lately she seemed to have been getting weaker. I just hope both will be okay.

I have to go because I'm literally out of time. Maybe I should tell more about those two some other time. Sixty years between them on heroin. Sixty years! And both stopped. Amazing ...