11th June, 2022.
I have a weird class of dreams, sometimes.
Or possibly a dreamy class of weirdness …
At any rate, I dream: we all do.
And, like most of us, don’t necessarily remember the in the morning.
Occasionally, I do.
I did, last night.
I dreamt I was trying to hold my front door shut, against someone trying to get into my flat: whilst yelling “Get out, get out, get out!”
Only to wake up at one-thirty in the morning, yelling “Get out, get out, get out!”, whilst rattling the bedstead.
I’m tempted to say I have no idea what’s going on.
I’m also thinking that the last dream I remember having — someone who looked vaguely like Mitch Pileggi was trying to climb into my back window — was about my flat getting invaded.
I think the rough sleeper I had back in 2020?
Has left a few mental scars.
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