milky666

Last night I had one of my anxiety dreams. I was being chased by a woman who wanted to kill me with a knife. The dream seemed to go on all night and I kept half waking up, realising that it was a dream and that I shouldn't be too worried, but hating the fact that in order to get it over with I'd have to see the dream through.

I can quite honestly say that I'm exhausted from it.

I love dreams, and am lucky enough to have very vivid ones every night. One of my favourites is the one where I was on a grassy disc called "the world"- it was smaller than a football pitch- and circling the disc like a hemisphere was a semi-opaque dome, and beyond that the darkness of the universe. On the disc was just me and two horses. One was black and the other was white. The black one disappeared but I desperately wanted to get on the white horse. It wouldn't let me.

Am I a freak?

This weekend I'm going back to london for my mum's birthday. I was supposed to make her truffles with october yesterday but I don't think anyone has heard of "corn syrup". I certainly haven't Who else thinks the word "truffles" conjures up images of pigs snuffling around in the ground?

Have a good weekend.

Be easy,
mxxx