I had a dream last night...
This dream the other night; I wrote it down on a piece of stolen Holiday Inn note paper (well, they did leave it there).
It reads as follows:
Dinner at Grandad's - outside with family (picnic style). No ham.
Old flattie stole my car.
Derek sold me poppers which turned out to be crack.
This guy was standing by some swings slicing his arm with an old fifty cent coin. I looked at my arm and the scratch was now on me.
I dreamt the other night that my arm was getting pins and needles, and then every few minutes my back would feel like water or something was thundering down on it and really hurting. This would happen every few minutes, and I was wanting to move, but couldn't. It took an age for my arm to move. Andrew and Steph were talking right by me, and then every now and then her mum would say something to me. This mosquito was buzzing inside my ear, but by the time I moved my arm to wave it away it was gone. In the moment that my back was aching, this baby would wail really loudly right in my ear.
When I finally woke up, I was surprised to notice that my arm wasn't in fact underneath me (as I would have thought if I was dreaming about (you know, how you dream about needing to go to the toilet, and then you wake up and realise you need to go?). But no - so that dream was weird. Especially the crying baby.
Exciting night tomorrow night. I close up the shop for the first time, by myself. Eek! Going to be every Tuesday night, so I better get me shit together.
I had other stuff to say but I can't remember it, so I will just.go.
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