A Dream Diary #8 - September 2022
Three dreams.
Just three dreams remembered over the whole month.
Three dreams. Twenty seven nights with no escape. Nine without sleep.
I see the pattern here, even if nobody else does. Clearly there is magic at work. The magpies claim innocence but I know it must be them. They think me ungrateful. So be it. I will show them the full extent of my ungratefulness.
I will work now, in the free time I have between employment and the void. I will read. Research. Reveal their secrets.
I will have my dreams back.
3.9.22
I am helping a friend with an online quiz. They ask me to name the song, before playing the first few bars. I recognise the bassline instantly. It’s Level 42, but I’m not sure which song. I play it through in my head, but when I get to the chorus I burst into tears. I can’t help it. It’s one of those songs that always triggers my high sensitivity. “Lessons in Love,” I say.
9.9.22
I am working on the farm, watching a male farmhand cleaning out the cow stalls. I turn around. A cow stands directly behind me. It looks mildly irritated, as if suggesting I should get on with some work.
27.9.22
We’re laying traps for monsters. Turns out the old fashioned kind work better than the new-fangled technology, according to the Witcher accompanying us.