Yet another Monday night nightmare. This is becoming a regular occurrence. Dreaming of running, being chased, scared for my life. Intermixed with good relational activities these times though, which can only be a positive, and a big change from when I had them 6 years ago. Yet the underlying theme is still the same. Sometimes in the foreground, sometimes more in the background like tonight.

Tonight's involved me being attacked by a vicious schoolgirl but being rescued by a teenage boy. Driving through the wilderness, becoming prey for the lions, having to run to avoid being eaten, hiding out and living on captured venomous snakes but then finding myself on the soft fluffy rug of my work colleagues (one of the good ones) watching TV, then doing a river rapids ride with my boyfriend and randomly finding all of my missing odd socks before meeting the queen with Prince Harry, who wasn't really Prince Harry. And then I woke up, needing a drink and the toilet... Two things I never normally need in the middle of the night, and feeling terrified of the dark, convinced someone has broken into the house and is still hiding here and subsequently unable to go back to bed. I'm currently 'hiding' in my craft room while I try to calm myself down. Why am I doing this again?