Up again this morning with BB at 6.30. He woke me from a long, reoccurring dream of lost belongings, a stolen wallet and suitcase (and my trousers, though without any comedy to relieve the stupid anger the dream provoked). I'm pretty sure I fell into the same dream several times, as I woke up repeatedly.
Stupid f*cking dream.
I'm going to be grumpy all day.
Stupid f*cking dream.
I'm going to be grumpy all day.
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Spooky. I used to dream of lost belongings (keys, wallet, coat, shoes, etc.) with alarming regularity when I was in Trinity. It may have been a reaction to living on my own for the first time in the beginning (no-one there to let you in if you forget your keys) but it went on for far too long.
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Remembering dreams is not one of my strengths, admittedly.